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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

(Story Content: M/f, F/f, Abduction, Bondage)

Too late for sorry

The lessons learned,

But forever from here

The bridges burned.

"The Death of Trust"

by Patrick H.

bdsmpoetry.blogspot.com

Chapter 1: Dark Oak Manor

"Damn it!"

Amber Brkich cursed out loud as she maneuvered her Honda Civic off to the side of the road. She had been cruising at a steady 65 MPH, listening to a brassy song pounding on her radio, when suddenly, the engine choked and died without warning.

"Shit! Shit! SHIT!"

She sat there for a minute, her hands tightening around the wheel. The rain outside beat down like a drum against her windshield. Car trouble was the last thing she needed. Amber was already running late when she left her sister's house up in Albany. Now it was getting dark, and the storm wasn't making the long trip home any easier. She pulled the cell phone out of her purse and began dialing her boyfriend's number before realizing there was no signal, then slammed it down in disgust and turned the key again.

Nothing.

The only building within sight was a gas station she had passed down the road, but that would be at least a two-mile hike. Worse yet, she didn't have a coat, or even an umbrella to protect her from the downpour. What Amber did have on was a tight-fitting cashmere sweater with a double v-neckline, a pair of heeled sandals, and black shorts that rode very high and loose on the upper thighs to reveal more than her father would have deemed appropriate. Obviously, walking through the rain to get help in this outfit was out of the question.

Sighing in resignation, she switched on her flashers, then popped the hood latch and quickly got out of the car to lift it up, hoping that a highway patrolman would come by eventually. When she got back in the car, her body was already soaked to the bone.

"This couldn't get any worse," she thought.

Amber had planned to stop by Rob's apartment on the way home to surprise him, and maybe have a warm bed for the night. Now she was sitting alone and shivering on a lonely road out in the middle of nowhere. She considered running out to the trunk to get some dry clothes from her suitcase, then thought better of it as the rain began to pour down even harder. Fortunately, it didn't take long before a pair of headlights veered off onto the shoulder behind her.

"Thank God for good Samaritans," she smiled, looking into the left side mirror.

The other car pulled up along side her door, and when she saw the passenger window come down, she did the same so they could talk.

"What's the trouble?" The other driver was a woman.

"I don't know!" Amber shouted into her car through the rain. "It just died on me."

"What happens when you try the ignition?"

"Nothing, the engine won't even turn over, and I just bought a new battery too."

"Sounds bad," the other woman frowned. "Do you have a cell phone?"

"Yes, but it doesn't work."

"I don't live far from here. I can give you a lift to my house, then we'll call for a tow from there if you like."

"That would be great! I hope this isn't too much trouble for you."

"Not at all. You better lock up your car before we get going."

Amber quickly got out and closed the hood, then made sure the doors were locked, before getting into the other vehicle.

"Oh you poor dear, you're soaked," the woman said apologetically. "I should have lent you my umbrella."

"That's OK. I didn't even think to bring a coat."

"I'll get a pot of hot tea going when we get to the house."

The woman appeared to be in her early forties with fiery red hair that was shoulder length. She was wearing a long, black leather overcoat, and Amber guessed she had a nice figure underneath. A little too much makeup though, as if she were fighting off the inevitable aging that all women have to contend with at some point in their lives. Amber knew she would face it someday, but at a youthful 23, that was the very least of her worries right now.

"I really appreciate this," she thanked her again. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along."

"It's my pleasure. My name is Sonia, by the way."

"Pleased to meet you, Sonia, I'm Amber."

"And where are you from?"

"Pittsburgh. I'm on my way home from my sister's up in New York."

They turned off the main route, and then drove down one heavily wooded road, and another until they reached a large iron fence, shrouded in a tangle of trees and vines. A sign on the gate read, Dark Oak Manor. Sonia pulled up close, honked three times, and the gate opened electronically, allowing her to drive through. The road up to her house was unusually long, and cracked and crumbling with gatherings of running of water in some places. After the first bend, the pavement became more smooth and maintained. A row of posts linked by heavy chains lined one edge of the drive. Another bend brought them within sight of a large old house. The drive had now become pristine without any signs of age or wear. As they slowly drove up the slight grade, the trees moved aside to reveal more of the single structure, which had grown much larger than it first appeared from its concealment.

"Take my umbrella and go in the house," she instructed. "Don't worry, the front door is unlocked. I'm going to park the car around back, then I'll meet you inside."

Amber did as she was told and quickly ran to the porch with umbrella in hand, only to find a man standing in the open doorway. The first sight of him startled her.

"May I help you?" came the slow controlled query.

"Uh . . . yes. I had some car trouble . . . and Sonia was going to let me use her phone."

"Oh, of course," he then gave her a cordial smile, "please come in."

She saw his eyes dart up and down her rain-drenched body as he stepped aside to let her pass. Amber was used to the casual stares she often received from men on the street, only his look was more obvious, as though he were making an appraisal of what he saw with little regard as to whether it would offend her or not. Standing in a dark foyer, she chanced one look back outside before the door slammed shut. Warmth from the interior greeted and surrounded her, but she took little comfort in it.

"My name is Shane. I'm sort of the caretaker here," he led her through a pair of double doors to a large sitting room. "Sonia will be in shortly, in the meantime, please make yourself comfortable," then he vanished before Amber could turn and thank him.

The exterior of the house was built mostly of stone with decorative stone tracery, much like the Old English Gothic homes of the 19th century, but the inside had everything that Victorian splendor and extravagance stood for. She could feel the heat rolling out of the vast, canopied fireplace. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a dozen or so lights upon the floor below. Plush, velvet chairs and settees were grouped about the perimeter for private conversations. She had never seen anything like it -- certainly not in the little town of Beaver, Pennsylvania, where she grew up.

Amber moved to Pittsburgh not long after she graduated from college, and while searching for her 'career job,' she had worked as a waitress, a librarian, then finally, an administrative assistant, which was really just a glorified word for secretary, or as Rob affectionately called her "office bitch." Her friends often suggested she try a career in modeling. Though Amber never took the idea seriously, she certainly had all the natural assets. Her alluring green eyes, long, wavy chestnut hair and fresh, unassuming smile gave her a girl-next-door quality that seemed real and attainable. Her body was slim, graceful and lightly tanned all over, and her full, young breasts stood out perfectly on their own, even without the support of a bra, making them the subject of many 'water cooler' discussions as to whether they were real or not.

As Amber sat in front of the fire, alone with her thoughts, she became aware of a vague, but growing sense of uneasiness about the room -- like someone was watching her. Glancing over each shoulder, she saw nothing out of the ordinary, but that nagging feeling still remained. She uncrossed her legs and shifted nervously in her chair, wondering where Sonia could be. When she finally appeared, Amber was actually relieved to see her.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said. "I had some trouble getting the garage door closed in this rain."

"That's OK, could I use your phone now?" Amber hated to sound rude, but she was getting anxious about her car.

"It's in my office upstairs."

Sonia led her up the long, winding stairway, then down a darkened hall flanked with rooms on both sides. Most of the doors to these rooms were closed, except for one, and as they passed it in the hall, a man's voice called out to them from within,

"Sonia, could you come in here please."

Amber followed Sonia’s lead as she turned and entered the room. The interior was full of books, spacious and restful, and very quiet, like the library of a millionaire. In a high-backed chair, behind an expensive desk, a man sat quietly looking at them. He had dark, almost black eyes, and long dark hair that was slightly graying at the temples and tied back into a ponytail. Tobacco smoke climbed from a lit cigar sitting in the ashtray nearby. There was nothing else on the desk save a large intercom and, incongruously, a very small ivory riding crop with a long thin lash. He closed the book he was reading and spoke to Amber,

"I've been told you are stranded."

"A . . . yes," she answered awkwardly, "I just need to use your phone and call for a tow."

"Well, I hope it's nothing too serious. Of course, you are welcome to stay here for the night if necessary."

He smiled politely, but there was something about the look in his eyes that made Amber catch her breath -- something secret, forbidden that bubbled and frothed behind them. It was hard for her to take such a cold impression seriously upon first meeting someone, but the feeling was unmistakable.

"Thank you," she said politely, "but I noticed a motel about 10 miles up the road."

"Very well. I'll have someone drive you there as soon as they retrieve your vehicle."

He then recovered the cigar and returned to his reading. Sonia was already leaving the room, and Amber again followed her down the hall feeling a bit odd about the abruptness of their dismissal. She realized neither had made any effort to introduce themselves, only in her case, it was out of awkwardness, while he seemed to have no interest in knowing her name.

She was about to ask Sonia who the gentleman was, when suddenly, she heard the sound of the front door slamming, followed by the heavy thump of footsteps ascending the stairs. Sonia stopped ahead of her, and a look of irritation crossed her face as she turned toward the source of the noise. Another man rounded the corner. His raincoat was still dripping from the storm outside.

"I wish to talk to you about the woman you sent us!"

"This really isn't the time," Sonia broke in.

"Yes, but . . ."

"I said LATER," she insisted.

His eyes turned to Amber then quickly darted away. "All right, then I'll take this up with our friend. Where is he?"

"Down the hall in his office, but he's unavailable at the moment."

"We'll see about that," the man challenged and rushed around the corner toward the room they had just left.

For the first time Sonia seem flustered and on the verge of emotion. "Please wait here," she ordered, and then followed after him.

Amber could hear the muffled voices of two men arguing down the hallway. Then a door slammed, leaving her alone in silence for the moment with her racing thoughts. When Sonia finally returned, she had regained her composure.

"Now let's make that phone call," she smiled slightly. She reached up to take Amber by the elbow, but without actually touching her. The motion was more a symbolic gesture than functional -- something that hinted of suppressed urgency. Sonia ushered her down to the end of the hall, and into a darkened room to the right.

Suddenly, as if from nowhere, Amber felt a hand grasp her upper arm from behind. A rag was then clamped tightly around her mouth, and she was immediately engulfed by a sweet, almost sickening smell of roses. She struggled and twisted with her unknown assailant, but it was no use; the grip was like a vice. Her head began to swim. Her eyelids grew impossibly heavy. Her legs gave out and she fell backward against the attacker. It was a man. His chest felt heavy and solid. Her tired eyes searched the room for Sonia, but she was nowhere to be seen. Panic became delirium, and then darkness descended on her like a blanket, obliterating everything around her before she crumpled to the floor.

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At first, she was too weak to move.

Her green eyes fluttered open softly, her thoughts disoriented, then Amber felt the first tug of the ropes.

"Oh God," her mind snapped awake, "what's happened to me!"

She was lying on her side with her wrists tied behind her back. More rope had been looped around her elbows to keep them bound tightly together. This pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts forward from the tension. Her knees had also been roped together as were her ankles, which were connected to her wrists in back with another short length of rope, forcing her body into a taut bow. Her lips were stretched wide around a rubber ball that was fastened to her head with a leather strap. Someone had hog-tied and gagged her.

"PLEASE let this be a dream!"

She quickly glanced around to see where she could be, but everything seemed black as pitch. For the moment, she lay there motionless in the dark, trying to collect herself while her eyes became accustomed to her surroundings.

At first, Amber could recall little of what had happened, just bits and pieces that seemed disconnected. She remembered her car stalling on the side of the road . . . rain pounding the windshield . . . then another driver stopped to give her a ride. Slowly, everything came together like a horrible puzzle. Sonia. The house. A strong smell of roses that still lingered in her nostrils. Someone had grabbed her from behind and placed something over her mouth. Chloroform, most likely. As far as Amber could tell, there were no signs she had been raped. Her sandals were missing, but she was still clothed in her shorts and sweater top.

By now, her eyes could make out shapes and shadows emerging from the darkness. She appeared to be in an empty storage room that hadn't been used in years. Cobwebs and dust covered everything. The concrete floor felt cold and gritty underneath her bare legs. There were no windows, just a single door that was closed and probably locked. She heard a scratching noise nearby. Then something dark scurried across the room and disappeared under one of the shelves.

"Just a mouse," she thought. "Or was it a RAT?"

Amber grunted and groaned in frustration. She twisted her body, first one way, and then the other, but the strictness of her hog-tie kept her pinned helplessly to the floor.

"All right girl, get a hold of yourself. You can get out of this."

She closed her eyes and tried to relax, then focused her attention on the spot behind her back where her wrists were joined. Slowly and methodically, she began twisting her hands in half-circles, with the hope of somehow loosening the ropes so she could slip them free. Her wrists started to sweat, and Amber welcomed that, for she could use the moisture as a lubricant. She tried rolling onto her stomach to give her arms more freedom to move. In doing so, a stream of drool fell from her gagged mouth onto the concrete floor. Dust and mildew tickled her nostrils with every breath she strained to take in. Again and again she tried to work her hands free until her arms ached, but the ropes would not give an inch. Whoever tied her up obviously knew what he or she was doing.

It took a greater effort to roll back onto her side again in her weakened condition, which she finally did so by rocking her body. Amber wasn't ready to give up, though. She squeezed her shoulder blades tightly together and arched backward as far as she could. Then with one painful stretch of her arms, she reached for the rope around her ankles and began picking at the knots. Sweat beaded and rolled off her forehead. Ashen dust clung to her tanned legs from all her struggling. Her back ached terribly, and she could feel her jutting breasts straining against the tight confines of her bra underneath the sweater. After several attempts, she realized it was no use. Her body had been trussed up quite securely, and tied off with small, angry knots that she couldn't possibly undo herself. Panic finally set in. She screamed into her gag until her vocal cords were shot; she struggled violently like a wild animal caught in a trap, until her body was too exhausted to move, then once again, she forced herself to relax. As much as she dreaded the idea, there was nothing she could do now, but wait.

About an hour had passed before Amber heard the sounds of footsteps approaching her door from the other side. A light came on and filtered dustily through the crack underneath. The dead bolt lock slid open with a loud metallic click, then the light flooded into the room and on her body as the door flew open.

"Rise and shine, gorgeous."

Amber squinted momentarily at the figure standing in the doorway.

"The chloroform really does the trick. You were out for quite a while."

The figure moved in closer. It was clearly Sonia's voice, but not the same woman she remembered. Gone was the plain gray outfit she had on earlier. Now she was wearing a long, black velvet dress that hugged every curve of her body like a second skin, and with a slit up one side to reveal much of her bare thigh. 5" black heels accentuated the strong calf muscles of her legs. Her flaming red hair was swept up on her head and held in place with a diamond clip. A few stray strands of hair framed her face, making a sexy, yet elegant impression. She seemed much younger now than her forty-plus years.

"Well, I hope you got plenty of rest," she said. "We have a busy evening ahead."

"MMMMPHFFFFFF!" Again Amber's cries of anguish were stifled by the gag.

"Temper, temper now," Sonia cooed. "Behave yourself, or I'll let this young man soften you up a little . . ."

Amber hadn't noticed Shane "the caretaker" leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest.

"Hmm, I'd like that very much," he grinned, his eyes fixed on her nipples, which were now poking outward against her sweater top.

For the first time in her life, Amber realized what it meant to be tied up, to be truly helpless and completely at the mercy of someone else. Summoning up every ounce of her strength, she strained and wrenched at her pinioned limbs, fighting her bondage with an energy born of desperation, not realizing that her twisting and writhing on the floor only made her body look all the more alluring to the wandering eyes of both her kidnappers.

"You're wasting your time sweetheart," Sonia stared down at her like a cat studying its prey. "There are many ways to effectively tie up a human being, and I know them all."

Amber felt her face reddening, and closed her eyes, mortified.

"Now I'm going to take this gag off, but I warn you, crying for help will do you no good. Nobody can hear you, and it gets annoying after awhile, so I hope I won't have to put it on again. Do you understand?"

Amber could do nothing but nod in agreement.

"Good girl."

Sonia knelt down while being mindful of the opening in her dress, then unbuckled the leather strap and removed the rubber ball. Amber hadn't realized how much her jaws ached from being stretched open for so long, and it was a relief to finally be rid of the damned thing.

"There, feel better?"

"Please, let me go," she pleaded. "The ropes . . . they're too tight!"

"Oh, we'll be making some adjustments to your restraints, don't worry. But first, sweetheart, you and I need to come to an understanding."

"Look, just let me go right now and I won't say anything to anyone."

Calmly, Sonia shook her head. Her lack of concern about getting caught disturbed Amber almost as much as the situation itself. Then she remembered her disabled car parked on the side of the road.

"My car!" she blurted. "A state trooper's bound to drive by and see it!"

"Your vehicle was taken to a remote garage, just moments after I picked you up. It's being disassembled as we speak. In 24 hours the parts will be sent across the border into Mexico. As for your belongings, we brought them back here for safe-keeping."

Amber said nothing, but only stared at her in disbelief.

"And this," she held up a small metallic box, "this clever little device I'm holding is a transceiver. When activated, it sends out a signal. All I have to do is point it at a passing car, and the signal scrambles the target's engine computer, making the engine stall. A second switch here interferes with cell phones so they're quite useless."

"Oh God! My car broke down because of you?"

"That's right, but there's more to it than that. Much more." Sonia began to pace the room as she spoke, her heels clicking sharply against the gritty floor. "You see, dear, I am a mercenary, and a very good one at that. I hire out my services to the highest bidder, and I get many bids. The organization I'm currently employed with has a high interest in beautiful young woman like yourself. We've been watching you for quite some time, as we do with all our prospects. We knew where you lived, where you worked, we even entered your apartment and had the phones tapped. You were ours for the taking, and all we needed was an opportunity -- one that involved as little risk as possible. Then we found out you were planning to take a trip up to your sister's in New York. It was sheer luck that your travel route brought you within just a few miles of this house, so we were able to make the pickup there with very little chance of being seen."

As Amber listened, she could feel herself breaking down emotionally. Everything was happening so fast, her mind simply couldn't comprehend it all. "W-what are you going to do to me?"

"I have no idea," Sonia answered casually. "I was only paid to bring you in. What happens next is up to someone else. Now if you'll excuse me, I have more business to tend to. While I'm gone, Shane is going to untie some of those ropes and take you to another location in the house. So mind what he says and TRY not to do anything foolish."

Sonia then stepped out of the room as suddenly as she had entered, leaving the two of them alone together. Amber feared the worst.

"Well, well," he said, "alone at last."

Her heart began to beat faster as he moved from his place by the door and got down on one knee close behind her. He was about 6 feet tall, powerfully built with sandy blond hair. Almost immediately, she could smell the strong, musky scent of his cologne.

"I'll bet you're ready to get out of this, aren't you?"

He untied the knots to the rope around her knees first, and took his time in doing it, occasionally letting his hand stray and brush against her bare thigh. Her elbows were loosened next, then she felt the rope that ran from her wrists to her ankles break loose, releasing her from her hog-tie. For the first time, in what seemed like hours, Amber was able to stretch her body. Finally her ankles were untied, leaving only her wrists. Then much to her dismay, he pulled out of his back pocket, a pair of shiny chrome-plated handcuffs.

"Keep your hands behind your back."

Dreading what was coming next, she complied reluctantly as he untied the last of her ropes. She then felt the cold steel cuffs lock around her small wrists and ratchet down. She tried to pull her hands apart and felt the links of chain joining them go taut. A blindfold was pulled down over her eyes, and once again, Amber felt helpless.

"Now stand up," he ordered.

She staggered to her feet, unused to moving about with her hands secured behind her back.

"Come with me," Shane tugged on her elbow. The beautiful captive took a tentative step forward, then another, and another. When they reached the hallway, she was grabbed gently by the shoulders and forced to turn left.

"Just walk naturally. I won't let you run into anything."

Amber tried, but found it most difficult. She imagined with every step that she was going to bump into a wall, or maybe trip over something. She felt him pull her closer to his body. The smell of his cologne was so intoxicating she could barely stand it.

"Stop. Turn right. This is your room."

Amber felt herself being pulled forward. After she took a few steps, his hands grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Sit on the floor with your legs out in front of you."

The only way to get into that position without falling was to kneel. Slowly she brought her right knee down almost all the way to the floor. She let it drop the last few inches until she could feel the thick carpet underneath. Her left came down quickly to join it. She swung her bottom to the side as she sat down. This left her legs tucked under her, but she had no trouble swinging them out in front.

"Now remain still, and don't make any noise. Got it?"

Amber only nodded without saying a word. The door then slammed shut, leaving her alone in the room.

The wait was long and unsettling, especially with the blindfold on. Was she really alone, or was there somebody still there with her? Watching. And what was going to happen when they came back? Thoughts of escape raced through her mind, as well as of family and friends, and whether she would ever see them again.

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

(Story Content: M/f, Bondage, Humiliation)

Chapter 2: Raven

Time seemed to pass like a glacier as Amber sat there alone and blindfolded with her arms handcuffed behind her back. She had no idea how many long minutes had gone by before someone finally entered the room.

"On your feet."

It was Sonia's voice.

Amber bent her legs underneath her, then managed to push herself up onto her knees and stood up.

"So far, you've been on your best behavior," Sonia told her, "let's keep it that way. That means no speaking unless given permission, and no outbursts, or I'll be forced to put the gag back in your mouth. Now, do you need to use the bathroom?"

She nodded tentatively.

"Then come with me."

Once again, Amber allowed herself to be guided and pulled around blindfolded. When they reached the bathroom, one hand was cuffed to a steel bar next to the toilet, allowing her the temporary use of the other. By then, she really needed to pee, but it was awkward, knowing that she was in full view of Sonia and anyone else who may have been nearby.

After her wrists were cuffed again, she was escorted blindly through, what seemed like a maze of corridors, then up a narrow flight of stairs and down another hallway. It was then, Sonia stopped and directed her to the left. Amber felt a flock of butterflies take off in her stomach when she heard muffled voices just ahead. Two double doors were opened and the voices suddenly died down as she was led into the other room. Somewhere off to her right, the heavy rain from outside pounded against a windowpane.

"Welcome to Dark Oak Manor. This is my home, and you are my guest."

She immediately recognized the man's voice. The memory of that awkward meeting, the smell of his cigar flashed through her mind like a hot lance.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he continued, "the name is Raven. You and I met earlier in my den, though not formally of course, and you are Amber Brkich, am I correct?"

She nodded her head slowly.

"And how old are you?"

"T-twenty . . . twenty-three," her voice was quivering so much she could barely answer.

"Please Miss Brkich, calm down. You act as though we're selling you into white slavery."

A sound of low laughter filled the room. The butterflies grew even more intense. She guessed there were at least seven or eight people in the room with her.

"T-then why am I here?" she blurted out.

"That will be explained to you in due time, but for now, I must ask for your complete cooperation, and to answer my questions instantly and completely. Agreed?"

Amber stared into the darkness behind the blindfold, unsure as to how to respond. She had tried to keep her wits since this whole nightmare started and prepare herself for the worst, but everything was happening too fast.

"Perhaps you don't appreciate the situation you're in, so I'll make it clear to you."

The tone of his voice was deep and smooth, even fatherly in a way.

"By now, you should have realized there is no way of leaving this place unless we allow you to leave, and you are certainly in no position to negotiate the terms of your captivity with us. Which leaves you only one option left, and that is to submit to me fully and do exactly as I say. If you don't, then I could make your stay here very unpleasant, and I assure you, the consequences you suffer would be far worse than anything your imagination has dreamed up so far. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Raven never raised his voice as he spoke, but the force of his words left Amber torn between the fear of him and the sinister implications of what he was saying.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Yes. I . . . I understand."

"And do I have your full cooperation?"

She nodded 'yes.'

"Good. Now Sonia is going to remove those handcuffs, so let's not lose our head and do anything foolish, OK?"

As she felt the cuffs loosen behind her back, Amber imagined how she must have appeared. She was barefoot, but still fully clothed, though what she had on couldn't be enough to protect her from the wandering eyes of her unknown admirers. Her black shorts left her long, willowy legs exposed quite generously, from the ankles to her upper thighs, and the light cashmere sweater she wore, with its deep v-neck, did little to conceal the shape of her pert, round breasts.

"Now turn around with your back to us."

"Please," she begged, "I-I really can't do this . . ."

"Amber," his voice grew loud, "don't make me punish you before we've even begun. Now turn around and face the door. I'll let you know if you've gone too far."

She took a breath and forced herself to make, what she judged to be a half turn, then stopped. Her mind was racing, searching for any way out of this. She even pictured herself, ripping the blindfold off her face and making a mad dash for the door, but she couldn't, for fear of what could happen next in the likely event that she failed.

"Very good, turn around again and face us . . . that's it, just follow my voice."

As Amber completed the turn, she could feel her heart beating like a drum against her chest. Beads of sweat began to break out on her forehead again. The heat behind the blindfold was stifling, almost unbearable.

"That wasn't so bad was it?"

"Who in HELL did he think he was kidding?" she thought to herself, and then shook her head 'no' in agreement.

"Good, now let’s see," it sounded to Amber like he was reading a list, "height, 5 feet 6 inches . . . weight, approximately 120 pounds . . . measurements: 34-26-34 . . . are these numbers correct?"

She nodded.

“Born August 11, 1978 . . . attended Beaver Area High School, Pennsylvania . . . your were a cheerleader there . . . graduated from Westminster College in New Wilmington . . . earned a B.A. degree in Public Relations . . . member of the Alpha Gamma Delta Sorority . . .”

She nodded or whispered ‘yes’ each time Raven asked for confirmation. Amber was shocked to hear so much information about her coming from a complete stranger, but then again, she apparently was not a stranger to them. According to Sonia, they had been spying on her for weeks before she was abducted.

“All right so much for the formalities,” she heard Raven set the paper down. “You are very pretty and sexy girl. Do you know that?”

Amber’s mouth opened, but she didn’t know what to say.

“Of course you do,” he answered for her. “One shouldn’t expect you to brag about such a thing, particularly in this situation. I apologize.”

He was patronizing her, but again Raven’s voice was so tender and fatherly, Amber felt her emotions relax a little.

"Now,” he continued, “why don't you tell us what kind of bra you're wearing."

"W-what?"

"Your bra, describe it to us."

She stood there, dumbfounded, like a little girl with a dreadful case of stage fright.

"I didn't hear your answer."

"It's . . . it's . . . black."

"Is it lacy?"

"No . . . well . . . not really."

"Not really."

There was long, heavy pause. Amber could feel the blood rushing to her face. It felt like a 105 degrees now under the blindfold. She had hoped that her answer would be the end of it, but Raven persisted,

"Do you mean only part of it is?"

"Yes . . . part of it,"

"And what part, Amber."

"Around the top."

"The top of the cups?"

"Y-yeah."

"I see . . ."

Another pause. The silence in the room was deafening.

"Well, I guess we'll have to just check to make sure your telling us the truth."

Amber was mortified, "Pl-please. I'm not lying," and without thinking, she began to reach toward her eyes.

"DON'T touch the blindfold."

She froze at the sudden sharpness of his voice then let her hands slowly drift back down to her sides.

"Now listen carefully," his tone grew softer again, "I want you to raise that sweater up and over your bra so we can see it."

"No . . . I mean, I can't."

"Do it, girl."

"No!"

"Well, I guess you leave me no choice then . . ."

His statement was simple yet effective, making Amber wish she could take back her answer.

"I'm only going to say this once, Amber," he continued, "so listen carefully. Standing with me are two young men, both are very strong, and quite experienced in convincing reluctant girls like yourself how useless it is to resist me. If I were to give the order, then I assure you, Shane and Tony would take great pleasure in holding you down and removing every stitch of clothing from your body. Now, is that what you want?"

"Nooo! Oh, no!" Amber pleaded, almost unaware that her hands were now gripping the bottom of her sweater.

"All right then, go ahead."

She nervously ran her thumbs against the soft fabric, her hands shaking.

"Come on. Pull it up slowly."

Taking a breath, she gently lifted the bottom of the sweater past her shallow navel up to her ribs. Almost immediately, she could feel the cool air wafting around her bare tummy.

"Stand up straight so we can see you."

Her stomach muscles tightened as she straightened her back.

"There," he said, "that's good . . . now keep going."

She pulled the sweater above her ribs, exposing the bottom half of each full bra cup. Her face was flushed and burning under the blindfold from the tension. Somewhere in the room, a chair shifted, as though someone were straining to get a better look.

"Higher please," he pushed her, "all the way up."

Again the sweater moved upward, all the way up past her armpits, until it was bunched up beneath her chin.

"Mmmmm, very nice. Very nice indeed. Now why don't you take the sweater off altogether so we can get a good look at you."

"P-please . . ." she whimpered, frozen in position. Her hands were gripping the bottom of the sweater so tightly her knuckles grew white.

"Oh come now. You won't be showing us any more than we've already seen."

She gathered her courage, and without letting go of the sweater, crossed her arms to get a better hold, then pulled the thin garment over her bare shoulders.

"Be careful of the blindfold," he reminded her.

Gently, she worked the neckline over her head. She could feel her breasts rise upward and push against the bra as she stretched her upper body. It was a sight that would have made any man, and even some women catch their breath. She pulled the sweater free and lowered her arms. Her long, chestnut hair fell loosely over her face, but the blindfold remained in place.

"You can drop the sweater."

Slowly, the garment slid past her fingers. The bra was a dainty, black number, just barely large enough to contain her breasts, making them bulge out of the top like a pair of ripe melons. Her nipples could faintly be seen through the laced material around the upper cups.

"Hmmmm, very racy," he said, "did you purchase this article of clothing recently?"

"Y-yes."

"And you did it to impress that young fellow you've been seeing, am I correct?"

"I guess so."

"How charming," there was a nasty tone in his voice that suggested a hint of jealousy. "Turn around for us, so we can see the back."

She slowly rotated her body again until she was facing away from the sound of his voice.

"Now let's lose those shorts, and make sure you do it slow so we can all have a good look at that pretty little ass of yours."

Amber could hardly believe her ears. He was talking to her as though she were a tart, or a whore.

"Did you hear me?"

"Y-yes."

Slowly, she slid the shorts past her slender hips to bring her panties into view, and let them drop down to her ankles. She stepped out of them.

"Now sitting on the floor about two feet to your right, are a pair of black heels. I want you to put them on."

She hesitated a minute, then knelt down on the balls of her feet and stretched her right arm out to the side until her groping fingers found the heels. Amber then had to bend over with her tush sticking back towards her unseen audience while she slipped the heels on. Now clad in only her panties and bra, she stood back upright awkwardly in the heels, and waited.

"You can turn around now," Raven's voice instructed her.

Like the bra, her panties were covered mostly in black lace, and cut high around the hips to show off the smooth curves of her pelvic bone before disappearing between her buttocks. She could almost feel everyone staring at her, their greedy eyes darting up and down her body as she moved around to face them. Again, her face turned bright red.

"Yes, much better," he commented, "though it's unfortunate that blindfold covers up so much of

your face . . ."

There was another pause, and she could hear Raven whispering to someone else.

"OK, here's what we'll do," he continued, "I'm going to have you take off the blindfold, but you MUST keep your eyes closed, understood?"

"Please, can't we just . . ."

"Don't argue with me, girl," the sudden sharpness in his voice made her heart jump, "or I'll make this far worse for you than it already is."

"I-I'm sorry," her voice quivered, "I promise . . . I won't look."

"No, I'm sure you won't," his tone softened, "now take off the blindfold, and remember, keep those eyes shut."

Amber closed her eyes then carefully pulled the blindfold off. It was relief to feel the air rush in and cool her burning face.

"There, much better. Now pull your hair back so we can see you."

She quickly brushed her hair behind her shoulders.

"Yes. Such a lovely, sweet face to go with that tasty body of yours. I'll bet you used to drive all the boys crazy back in college, am I right?"

"No . . . not really."

"Oh, I'm sure you did," he surmised, "you just didn't realize it. Probably too busy hitting those books, I suspect . . ."

Amber heard his last words, but nowhere in her brain was there a coherent cell that could understand them through the humiliation and panic that was building inside her. It wasn't hard to imagine what she would have to do next, and the thought made her body start to tremble uncontrollably. Her breathing became more labored, making her breasts rise a fall invitingly underneath the bra.

"Now Amber," Raven's words grew louder and more pronounced, "what I want you to do next, is reach up and EASE the bra straps down off of your shoulders."

"Please . . . don't . . . don't do this," she choked back a sob.

"Would you prefer I have someone help you?"

Amber swallowed hard.

“Go on . . .”

With one trembling hand, she reached up and slid the tips of her fingers underneath the strap on her left shoulder.

"That's right . . ."

She lifted it away from her skin, and pulled it up over her shoulder then let it drop so that it hung down loose against her arm, peeling back the top inch of her bra cup.

"Now the other one."

She did the same on the other side, leaving both straps dangling uselessly off her bare shoulders. Her breasts just sat there now in the cups of her bra like two full scoops of ice cream.

"All right, Amber," he continued, "lean forward for us with your hands resting on your knees and keep your arms straight."

It took a moment for the last instruction to register, but then with her eyes still closed, she leaned forward and placed her hands on her knees.

"Pull your arms in nice and tight. We don’t want that bra to come off, do we?"

She squeezed her elbows inward, and in doing so, felt the bra straps slip even further down to her forearms. The tops of the bra cups fell back slightly as well uncovering more of her breasts, which were now crushed together like two balloons trapped in a vice.

"Now give us a smile . . ."

"God, why does he HAVE to keep tormenting me like this," she thought to herself, "doesn't he realize how horrible this is?"

"Come on, Amber. You can do it."

She managed to curl the corners of her mouth into a half-smile.

"A little more . . . that's it . . . let's see those pretty dimples."

Her lips quivered as she strained to hold her smile, and tears started to well up behind her closed eyelids.

"OK, that will do. You can stand up again."

She relaxed for a moment, then slowly straightened up, being mindful not to let her bra slip any further.

"Now I want you to turn your back to us . . ."

Again, she turned.

"and unclip your bra."

Amber was in agony, but she took a moment to collect herself, then slowly reached behind her back and grasped the two ends of the back strap where the clasps were. She pulled both sides toward each other to release the tension, freeing two of the four small eyelets. Her hands were still trembling, so she had to do it a couple of times before they all came free. As the straps parted, she crossed her arms to keep the front of her bra from falling down, leaving the back dangling.

"Arms down to your sides, please," he calmly ordered.

"Oh God," she thought, and slowly lowered her arms, but kept them pressed tight against the sides of her body so the bra would not slip off.

"Turn around and let us have another look at you, and make sure those eyes stay shut."

Amber turned around slowly. She could feel the salty tears streaming down her hot cheeks.

"Now, for the moment we've been waiting for," his voice grew louder. "Amber, I want you to spread your arms out just a little."

"No! Please don't make me, please!" she begged.

"Do it, girl."

The terror screaming in her ears nearly drowned out his repeated command. Suddenly, everything in her mind seemed to shut down, whether it was from shock, or just an unconscious attempt to block everything out . . .

"I said DO IT!"

Amber was only vaguely aware of her arms slowly parting from her sides. The bra moved down one inch . . .

"A little more . . ."

Again she complied, and this time, it only took the very slightest move, then the bra suddenly slid off her breasts and dropped to the floor.

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Raven sat back in the leather chair and nodded his head in approval. Even he was taken by the sight of this lovely bitch standing before them. Her body was almost completely nude with the exception of her panties, and so far, he liked what he saw. She had a creamy, light almond complexion that seemed to glow with youth and vitality in the orange light radiating from the fireplace. Her pert, young breasts were impressive for such a slender build too, and they stood out flawlessly from her ribs like a pair of ripe melons. Sonia, who was sitting nearby, gazed at them in admiration.

There were six others in the room. The handlers, Shane and Tony, stood off to the side with their lusty gaze fixed on the girl's naked tits, while Len manned the video camera behind Raven's chair. The other three men, all prospective buyers, were allowed to sit in on the first session and watch for a modest fee of $1,200 each. Raven had no doubt, that once properly trained, the bidding would go high for the girl. Her body was certainly more than suitable enough, beautiful without question, though he had seen plenty of beautiful women come and go. But there was something special about this one that set her apart from the others. Her face was both charming and innocent, and she had an alluring, sweet sensuality to her demeanor that he knew would be very appealing to the buyers. Yes, he thought to himself, she was going to be quite a draw at the next auction.

"Now listen carefully, Amber," he leaned forward and spoke slowly, "I want you to stand up straight, and clasp your hands behind your neck."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then she raised her hands behind her neck and laced her fingers together.

"Pull your elbows back, nice and tight."

Tears were streaming past her closed eyelids and down her face, but she managed to force her elbows backward so that her breasts were now drawn tight across her ribs. Her armpits were deep and smooth, and started to glisten a little with perspiration.

"Now slowly turn to your left and face away from us, please."

She slowly rotated her body until she faced the door, and this revealed a beautiful, slim and flawless back. It was an exquisite shape, Raven observed. A long perfect symmetry, with a sexy backline that moved prominently down the center, almost to her firm, round buttocks.

"That's good. Now keep those elbows pulled back, and slowly turn all the way around

for us . . ."

Like a good little whore, she did exactly as told, giving everyone a lusty view of her outstretched body from all angles. By now, the cool air had done its work in making her nipples swell and stand erect, which only added to the poor girl's humiliation. The thought of how she must be feeling made Raven smile a little. He relished this part of the training the most -- watching a new slave gradually come to terms with her exposure, her captivity . . .

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"Beautiful. You can put your arms down again," he said.

Amber was devastated. She let her arms drop down to her sides and resisted the urge to cross them over her breasts. Even with her eyes squeezed tight, she could feel the heat of their unblinking stares searing into her newly bared flesh. Worse yet, she knew the ordeal was far from over.

"Yes, very nice," Raven's voice sounded pleased, "I guess that just leaves one more thing to do, my pet, and you know what that is . . ."

"I . . . I can't do this anymore," her mouth felt as dry as cotton, so dry she could barely speak, "please, let me stop."

"Come now girl, it would be a shame to have to punish you at this point. Don't you think?"

"Please . . ."

"DO IT."

Amber took in a long breath. She then hooked her thumbs under the sides of her panties. The room was dead silent. With trembling hands, she slowly peeled them down her smooth hips and let them hang on her thighs. A slight shift of one leg, and then the other made the useless garment flutter down to her feet.

“And step out of them."

Without questioning him further, Amber lifted her feet out of the panties and kicked them aside. Her pubic hair had been neatly shaved and trimmed close to accommodate even the skimpiest thong underwear. Now all eyes were focused on the one, most secret part of her body that few men had ever seen. Another rush of tears came, and she had to squeeze her eyelids tightly together to block them out.

"Very nice. Now shake your hair a little for us."

"Please, let this be it," she thought to herself. Her silky hair brushed lightly against her bare shoulders as she shook her head.

"There,” he said. “That will do for now, my pet. You can open your eyes."

Amber hesitated for moment, unsure as to if she really wanted to see who, or how many of them were in the room with her. Then slowly, she relaxed the tired muscles around her eyes and opened them . . .

(continued)

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

(Story Content: M/f, F/f, Bondage, Whipping)

On your knees

Tears caress your face,

On your knees 

The hunted after the chase.

On your knees 

Submission in your kiss,

On your knees 

Trembling at the abyss.

"Submission"

by Anon

www.bdsmcafe.com

Chapter 3: Down the Rabbit Hole

Amber's eyes quickly skimmed over the people she was facing and stopped at the large canopied fireplace. She remembered being in this room earlier, that is, before she had been abducted -- ages ago, it seemed. She then forced herself to look away from it to observe the people surrounding her. Raven, she immediately recognized, was sitting in a leather chair at the center of the group. To his left, were three men she had never seen before. From their clothing and posture, they could have been anything from lawyers to construction workers. Sonia was leaning back on a plush, velvet couch with her legs crossed, and Amber couldn't help noticing how the long slit up the side of her black dress was now wide open, revealing most of her bare leg from the ankle to well-above her upper thigh.

As Raven got up from his chair, he seemed to look different standing in full view before her -- tall and imposing. His dark hair was still tied back neatly into a pony tail, and there was a small scar down his left cheek that she hadn't noticed before. He crossed the short span of carpet between them. In his hand, he carried a leather-studded collar with two rings attached to the front and back. Amber took one step backward.

"Don't move," his words were hushed, but firm, "or I'll have the boys hold you down."

Directly behind her, Shane and Tony, stood by to assist Raven if it became necessary. Her eyes quickly searched the group seated in front of her in the hope that someone would intervene, but they just looked at her impassively. One of the men actually winked.

Raven moved in closely behind her and buckled the collar around her long, delicate neck. She then felt his hand slid down the center of her back to the upper cleft on her buttocks right at the base of her spine, provoking a fearful shudder. He was almost beside her now, and slightly back beyond her line of sight. Amber stood like statue while his fingers stroked and squeezed each smooth cheek. Inside, a delicious thrill coursed through her body, and her head swam with feelings of warmth and desire. For that brief moment, Amber felt very confused, but strangely, not frightened. Then he brought his other hand in front of her and curled one finger around the ring in front of the collar.

"So tell us Amber, are your tits real or are they fake?" Raven watched as she cringed at the suggestion.

"W-why are you asking me this?"

"These gentlemen behind me were wondering if your breasts are stuffed with silicon. So are you going to answer the question, or should I allow them check for themselves?"

As Raven looked at her, Amber noticed how dark his eyes were, almost black and piercing. She glanced downward to avoid them, but the eyes were still there in her mind, like two black vortices, pulling her down to a place she didn't want to go.

"They . . . they're real," she stammered.

"Well, I'm impressed," his eyes never left hers, "though perhaps I should verify this myself."

A tingle ran up her spine as he tightened his grip on her collar, then ran the palm of his other hand up the front of her body and across her breasts. His fingers felt cold and callused against the velvety, soft swells protruding from her ribs.

"Mmmm, very nice," his voice was low, almost seductive.

Indeed, her breasts were quite impressive for such a slim figure – not too large, about the size of a small grapefruit, and perfectly symmetrical with quarter-sized pink nubs protruding from the centers. She had no visible bikini lines, but they were slightly fairer than the rest of her lightly tanned body, making them appear even more prominent. He messaged them with his hand, then pinched and teased her nipples until they became erect.

"Very responsive, too."

Amber began to lose herself again. In her mind, she was trying to fight off this man's unwelcome advances, but she could feel her own body slip away and betray her. Raven noticed it too.

Gently, he pulled her forward by the collar.

"Now come with me."

Sitting just to the left of them, was a long ottoman bench with thick, velvet padding on the seat.

"Kneel," he pointed to the short end closest to her, "right here of the edge."

Amber raised her eyes to his, desperate to read compassion in his gaze, but there was none. Again, she glanced around the room, and for the first time, she noticed the video camera perched in its tripod. She stared wide-eyed at the glowing red light next to the 'record' button.

"Oh God!" she thought to herself. "These sickos are taping everything!"

Since her abduction, she had been tied up, threatened, and forced to strip in front of a group of complete strangers. Now for the first time, Amber felt anger so intense, it quelled any fears she had of this man and his threats of what would happen if she resisted.

"I said KNEEL."

"No!" she screamed, pointing at the camera. "And if you expect me to just play along with this sick game, then you're FUCKING crazy!"

Her outburst took some of the observers by surprise, but Raven showed no emotion, no reaction at all. Every moment, he seemed to know exactly what was going on in her mind -- even when she would finally drum up the courage to fight back. Before Amber could say anymore, he yanked her collar backward in a move that was so sudden, and with such force, it threw her off-balance. She fell forward and landed hard onto the bench, knocking her chin against the solid oak wood underneath the padded seat. She tried to get up, but Shane and Tony were quickly upon her, holding her down. She felt one of them grab her ankles, then her arms were pulled forward by the wrists to the opposite end of he bench, until she was lying face down along the length of it.

"Stretch her tight," Raven ordered.

Each man pulled on his end so hard she screamed in pain. It felt like her delicate limbs were being wrenched right out of their sockets. Her nude body was now stretched taut and quite helpless. Looking up, she saw Raven looming over her. In one hand, he was holding a riding crop.

"Do you know what this is?"

Amber stared at the crop, horrified. It had a handle made of ivory, its looped end was two inches long and one inch wide.

"This is used by jockeys to whip horses so they run faster. But I don't use this one for horses, Amber. I use it to discipline young ladies who don't show me the proper respect that I insist they do. I warned you earlier this could happen, and so far you've questioned my authority at least seven times, not including that silly outburst of yours just now. As punishment, your bare ass will suffer the crop eight times for each instance of your disrespect and disobedience."

"B-but I did what you told me to do," she pleaded. "You can't do this!"

"Very well. That will be nine."

Amber turned her head away from him, only to see the others leaning forward in their seats, anxiously waiting to see what would happen next. She heard the crop whistle through the air, then a streak of fire lanced across the right side of her buttocks.

Whooshhh . . . SNAP!

Amber winced, but didn't make a sound. She was determined not to give these people the reaction they wanted.

WHOOOSH . . . SNAP!

The second strike was even harder, and it landed squarely on her left cheek. Keeping her mouth tightly closed, a little whimper escaped her.

WHOOSH . . . SNAP!  WHOOSH . . . SNAP!

He quickly delivered two more very hard strokes, and this time, Amber screamed in pain.

"No more, please!" She wailed and bucked helplessly, her ass wiggling under the onslaught, forcing Tony and Shane to tighten their hold.

"All right, young lady, that's TEN."

WHOOOSH . . . SNAP!  WHOOOSH . . . SNAP . . .

She twisted her body from side to side, but there was no way she could avoid the crop. Each blow felt like a hot poker placed firmly against her heated flesh; but strangely enough, she was equally aware of the soft, velvet cushion caressing the front of her body. It stimulated her nipples as her breasts rubbed against the plush material. Even her pussy began to throb a little and grow moist. By the tenth and final stroke, her body was sweating all over, her ass, glowing a crimson red.

"Are you ready to obey me, girl?"

"Y-yes," she answered breathlessly.

"Bind her."

Amber moaned softly in defeat as her wrists were wrenched roughly behind her back. Then something that resembled a black leather sleeve was pulled up her arms. It had buckles at the wrists, forearms, and upper arms. There were also two adjustable straps that went over the shoulders. She had never seen anything like it but quickly learned what it was for. As each buckle was tightened, she could feel her forearms and elbows being squeezed together. She then felt herself being pulled up off the bench and forced to kneel in the center of the room so everyone could see her.

Her arms were now pinned behind her back, and completely encased in black leather from the wrists up to her armpits. Not only did the restraint make her arms immobile, but it also forced her breasts to jut outward toward her audience. Amber could do nothing now to protect her body from Raven or anyone else's attentions.

"You asked me earlier why you were brought here," he said. "Now I'm going to tell you, so listen very carefully."

His speech was slow and distinct.

"For the next few weeks, you will be trained in the arts of bondage, sadomasochism, and sexual fulfillment. You will do exactly what your trainers and handlers instruct you to do. You will not speak, unless given permission to do so, and when you do, you will address us as 'Master’ or ‘Sir' and 'Mistress’ or ‘Ma'am.' During your stay here, you will be whipped frequently like you were just now, only with a variety of instruments. Your body will also be conditioned to endure various rope techniques and other forms of strict bondage. Above all, you will be trained to submit. Your hands, your mouth, your breasts, all of your bodily orifices with be available to pleasure those you serve. If you show any disobedience or hesitation, then you will be punished accordingly with even more painful lashings to the breasts, genitals, and other parts of your body. More serious offenses, such as escape attempts, will lead to long, painful torture sessions, if these attempts persist, you will be put to death.

"Your body belongs to me now . . . and I will make use of it. During the day, you will perform whatever domestic duties that are assigned to you, such as housekeeping, cleaning the grounds, and waiting on our guests. In the evenings, there will be parties, some here, some elsewhere. Your presence will be required. Men and women will be allowed to fuck you, and use you to fulfill any fetishes or fantasies they may have, and you will indulge them without hesitation. Nude pictures of you, and videos of your sessions will be sent to our clients. After your training, you will be sold at the next auction to your new owner. Failure to fulfill these obligations will result in your sale to an outside farm. That means I ship your ass to South America, or Asia.

"I know you will not wish to do most of the things required of you, but you simply have no choice. This is your new life. If you refuse to submit to our authority, then you will be punished vigorously, and I assure you, the human body can take only so much pain and torment, before the mind starts to weaken. My advice to you, is to accept your fate, and you will not suffer any more than you deserve. Do you understand?"

Amber was petrified at his explanation, sickened to the very core. The thought of being sold abroad . . . fucking strangers . . . and the whole S&M thing . . . well, tears wouldn't help now. She tried that, and got no sympathy from this crowd. Her mind raced, searching for solutions, and finally concluded that her only chance for survival was to play along and hope that she would find a way out of this horrible place.

"Y-yes," she finally answered.

"That's 'Yes Sir.'"

"What?"

"The proper response is 'Yes Sir.'"

"Yes . . . sir," Amber whispered the last syllable shamefully.

"Good. So we understand each other," Raven turned to Sonia and gave her a nod.

Sonia then approached her and quickly snapped one end of a long chain to the ring on the front of her collar. Amber remained on her knees, motionless, naked, and completely horrified with what was happening. She was leashed! She could be led anywhere they wished, like an animal, and with her arms bound tightly behind her back, her slavery was now evident to even the most casual observer.

Raven spoke to her one last time, "I'm sure you will be pleased to know, that Sonia has accepted a full-time contract with us. I am assigning her to be your new trainer, and you will do exactly as she says. Understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good." He then turned to Sonia, "take this one down to the rabbit hole. For now, I want her kept away from the others."

Sonia took the chain and led her to the double doors that opened into the foyer. Just then, there a soft knock from the other side. The door slowly opened, and a beautiful blonde woman entered the room. She was wearing a short, tight-fitting cocktail dress that barely covered her hips. In her arms was a tray full of cocktails.

"Oh," the woman uttered a high-pitched syllable as she almost collided into Amber. She then cast her eyes downward and spoke softly to Raven,

"I bring drinks, Sir . . . for the guests."

"Very well," he answered abruptly, "bring them in."

There was a look of annoyance on his face by this sudden intrusion, and the woman seemed to know it. As she passed, Amber noticed the particulars about her dress. It was tight and low-cut, pushing her fruitful, round breasts up and together. Her long legs were enhanced by the black high heels she wore -- much higher than what seemed fashionable. Amber also noticed a mark or bruise upon one of her breasts.

"Open your mouth," Sonia ordered.

Amber quickly obeyed, and again, a gag was forced on her, only this one was made of leather, and it covered her entire mouth with a small ball attached to a post on the inside to keep her silent. There was also an air hole in the mouthpiece so she could breath fairly easily. Leather straps fastened with silver colored locking buckles kept the gag in place.

She was then taken out to the main foyer, with Sonia leading the way by the leash, and Shane following close behind. A secret panel was removed behind the winding staircase to reveal a thick, stoutly built door made of solid oak. Sonia pulled out a set of keys to unlock the deadbolt. Then the three of them descended a long stairway to, presumably the cellar. Amber saw very little of this level however, for at the foot of the steps, they immediately took a sharp left, down a short corridor to a door that led to another stairway, only this one was very narrow and spiraled downward like a corkscrew. Sonia retrieved a candle lantern from the wall and used it to lead the way. Large, dark stones inset into the mortar gave the dark hole a dappled look. The air below was stale and moist, and slightly cooler as they slowly made their way down the steps. Amber was still wearing the black heels they forced her to put on, and without the use of her arms, she had to take each step carefully. As they continued downward, the walls began to ooze with moisture that fetid and clung to the masonry. Ahead, Sonia's black dress was almost consumed by the darkness, but her long red locks could still be seen in the dim light of the lantern, and occasionally, a single, milky-white leg would reveal itself through the open slit on the side of her garment.

Upon reaching the bottom of the steps, they stood in a large room that Amber quickly deduced to have been a wine cellar at one time. On one wall, a rack contained tiers of empty wine casks, some broken with age, and there was a faint scent of stale wine that still remained in the dregs of those barrels. Sonia moved to a large, wooden table in the center of the room and lit two candles, bringing the whole room into better view. What Amber saw next, almost made her heart skip a beat. Hanging on the opposite wall, was large assortment of whips, floggers, masks, and other items her untrained mind didn't even recognize.

"Bring her here," Sonia ordered.

"Mmmmmmmfffffffff!" she moaned through the gag, as Shane pushed her closer to the instruments that were obviously waiting to be used on her.

By now, Amber was so terrified, she hardly even noticed as they slipped the black high heels off her feet. Next, the leather restraint was removed from her arms, freeing them momentarily. Sonia quickly brought Amber's arms in front of her and fastened a pair of soft, yet strong leather cuffs to her wrists. Each cuff was attached to a chain, and the chains were fastened to a ring at the end of a steel cable. The cable ran through a pulley in the low ceiling above, then down to a wheel crank mounted into the floor. Another pair of leather cuffs were fastened to her ankles, and clipped together. After double-checking the bindings, Sonia signaled her partner to turn the crank.

Amber felt her arms being drawn upward, higher, and higher, pulling them closer to the ceiling. Her ears heard every sharp, metallic click of the wheel as it turned. She felt her feet begin to leave the floor, forcing her to point her toes downward to find it again. Then the clicking stopped.

Both trainer and handler stood back for moment to appraise the beautiful, naked form that was now hanging stretched and helpless before them. Sonia envied how well-toned her body was, and the way this woman's young breasts stood out proudly from her ribs even with her arms stretched high above her head. The shiny chain from her collar dangled loosely between them all the way down to her well-trimmed hole.

Shane had other thoughts on his mind. He had become obsessed with this one since he first laid eyes on her, and though it was strictly forbidden to 'mix' with the trainees without Raven's permission, he knew there would be plenty of opportunities to ball this slut without anyone knowing. He had done it many times before, and he always knew what to say to shut them up after he was finished with them. Why should this one be any different?

"You look just about ready," Sonia mused, "just a couple of finishing touches."

She unclipped the leash from Amber's collar and tossed it onto the table. She then retrieved a black leather strap from the wall that had two cuffs on both ends. The cuffs were fastened tightly around her upper arms, and the strap between them adjusted to keep her elbows secured. Then she leaned forward and caught Amber completely off-guard by licking her right nipple with her tongue.

"NO!" Her mind screamed, but tugging at her bonds did little good. Though the leather straps that held her wrists weren't tight enough to bite into her skin, there was no hope in loosening them either.

Sonia ignored her muffled pleas and took the whole nub into her mouth, then began sucking and lightly nipping at it with her teeth. The nipple became hard and erect under the onslaught. Amber then let out a gasp and bit her lip as Sonia placed a steel clamp on it, letting it slowly close to pinch tightly around her budding flesh. She did the same to the other nipple, and then attached a small chain to both clamps.

"Damn, it drives me crazy when you do that," Shane exclaimed, his eyes fixed on Amber's clamped nipples.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Sonia's voice seemed mildly irritated by the comment. "Take the lantern and go back upstairs. I work alone here."

Shane gave her a look of disappointment, then without a word, grabbed the lantern and retreated up the stairs. "Soon I'll my time with this one," he thought to himself.

Sonia waited until Shane was gone, then turned her attention back to the struggling, naked girl hanging before her.

“For now on, you will call me ‘Mistress’. Understood?”

Amber nodded.

"Good. Now let’s begin with your training."

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

(Story Content: F/f, Bondage, Tickling, Whipping)

Chapter 4: Lessons (Part 1)

Sonia turned the crank a few more clicks for good measure, then approached her new slave and tugged on the restraints to test them again.

"Comfortable?" she asked.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph," was the only sound Amber could utter behind the leather gag.

"Of course you're not, but this rigging does accent your body quite nicely."

Amber could see the mistress studying her with great interest, and shuddered when she licked her red lips, much as a cat might do before devouring its prey.

Never in her life, had she been so helpless as this -- hanging by her wrists from the ceiling, toes barely touching the floor, completely nude and shivering slightly in the cool, dank air. Her firm, young breasts felt especially vulnerable now with her body stretched so tight, and the tiny vice-like clamps fastened to her nipples, made them a prime target for whatever inflictions Sonia planned for her. And finally, as if to add insult to injury, the leather strap fastened between her upper arms prevented her from moving her head forward enough to gaze down and see for herself just how helpless she looked. There was nothing she could do but stare ahead at the stone wall as Sonia paced in a circle, those cat-like eyes surveying her prize.

"So tell me," she asked, "have you ever had sex with a female?"

Amber turned her head and stared at her with a mixture of outrage and horror.

"Just nod 'yes' or 'no' dear."

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmph," she cried, shaking her head.

"I see," Sonia moved in closer. "I'm just trying to get a better understanding of who I'm dealing with, and you seem to be a very conservative girl when it comes to sex," she then cupped her hand under Amber's chin. "But don't let the question shock you, dear. As they say, you shouldn't knock it if you haven't tried it."

Amber's heart began to beat faster. She could feel the first signs of nervous perspiration breaking out on her forehead and under her arms, but when Sonia turned her head to kiss her gagged mouth, she moaned and pulled away in disgust.

At first, Sonia’s face betrayed no emotion. Only her eyes indicated that Amber had over-stepped herself.

"Still the defiant one," she combed her fingers through Amber's long chestnut hair, "even now when you know you're completely defenseless. How very noble and stupid of you."

In one sudden move, Sonia grabbed a fistful of hair and jerked Amber’s head backward, forcing her body into a back-breaking arch.

"HMMMMPH!" she yelped.

"I do enjoy an occasional challenge, but just so you know, any form of disobedience will only make this more painful."

Amber thought her spine was going to snap under the pressure. Her chained breasts were jutting forward now and dancing provocatively off her ribs as she struggled to keep her footing. Sonia maintained the hold with her fingers enmeshed in her hair. A wry grin played across her face and her eyes narrowed maliciously.

"Raven is paying me a handsome commission to train you," she continued, "so like it or not, you belong to us now, and I am going to take great pleasure in binding you and bending you to my will. In time, you will cry out and beg for me to satisfy those physical urges that I bring out of you. And if you ever disobey me, even in the slightest way, you will be punished immediately until you, screaming in agony, beg me to stop the torment."

Sonia finally released her hold, allowing Amber to straighten her body again. While she stood panting for air, the mistress quietly moved to the table and opened a drawer.

"The human body is a remarkable instrument when it comes to sexual stimulation. The genitals, the breasts, and especially the nipples, are loaded with millions of nerve endings."

When Sonia turned to face her again, she was holding a long, wispy feather.

"Even the skin makes an excellent erogenous zone."

Amber didn't have to question what was going to happen next, and for the first time, she realized the full scope of her helplessness. She looked upward and pulled anxiously on the chain; she twisted her wrists in the restraints every which way, but it was no use.

"Your first lesson will begin with this -- a simple feather, plucked from a pheasant's tail," Sonia approached her, stroking the flowing plume with her fingers, "not very threatening when you look at it, but when dragged lightly across the flesh in just the right spots, its effect can be just as unbearable as the whip."

"Mmmmmmmmph!"

Sonia placed the feather against Amber's left wrist, then ran it slowly down the length of her arm. The effect was excruciating, the tip just barely touching her smooth skin. It was impossible for her to keep from flinching as it trailed into the deep, silky curves of her open armpit.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!"

"Ticklish?" Sonia softly taunted.

She dragged the feather up and down Amber’s ribs next, then across her stomach and around her navel, causing her to squirm frantically on the chain.

"Mmmmm . . . Mmmmppphhh!"

"This may work better than I had hoped," she the other armpit a teasing stroke.

"Mmmmm . . . Hmmmph . . . Hmmmppphhh!"

Moving with the sinuous grace of a dancer, Amber twisted and swayed her lithe body, seeking shelter from the insidious tickling, but in doing so, only exposed new areas to be tormented. She felt the feather tip wiggle it's way up between her buttocks, then brush lightly against her inner thigh passing within inches of her neatly-trimmed bush. The chain, cord and pulley she was rigged to creaked under her weight as she struggled to fight off the relentless assault on her flesh. The feather swirled lightly around each breast until her nipples swelled painfully against the metal clamps. When she tried to roll her body away, Sonia gave her ass a painful swat with the palm of her hand, and when she turned back around to avoid another, her breasts were attacked again with the feather. Finally, Amber threw her head back and wailed, but only muffled mews could be heard through the gag.

Sonia stopped just long enough to put the feather back in the drawer, then resumed the tickling by lightly scraping the tips of her fingernails into the smooth hollows of both armpits. Amber moaned and squealed behind the gag.

"Mmmmm . . . Hmmm . . . Hmmppphhh!"

Like an expert tickler, Sonia worked her long, red nails up and down her victim's body, lingering in spots that gave her the best reaction. She used a combination of slow deliberate strokes and light, fluttering movements with all ten fingers.

"I can make you do anything I want. You know that now don't you?"

Amber shook her head 'no' vigorously. By then, her skin was crawling all over with sensitivity.

"Oh yes I can . . ." Sonia grasped the chain between her nipples and pulled on it, leaving Amber no choice but to arch her back and thrust her tits forward again.

". . . and I'm going to prove that to you."

Slowly, Sonia trailed the fingers of her other hand downward to tangle with the small tuft of dark curls nestled between Amber's thighs.

"Ummmmmpppphhhhhhmmmm," Amber tried to pull away, but Sonia maintained her hold on the chain while she probed one finger up and down her slit, drawing a bead of moisture with it.

"My, my," she remarked, "you're wet down here already."

Sonia released the chain, then carefully detached the metal clamps from her nipples and gently massaged both breasts with her hands.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Amber moaned.

She felt quite embarrassed as her nipples became aroused again, tightening into fleshy, dark pink nubs. She could feel her entire body slowly giving in to Sonia's gentle groping of her breasts. She refused to show it though. Looking up, she twisted her wrists against the leather cuffs in a last desperate attempt to free herself from them, but her arms didn’t seem to have the strength anymore. Sonia only laughed.

"Are you not enjoying this little massage?"

"Mmmmmmmph," Amber shook her head and glared at her in defiance.

"I think you are, but you're just too stubborn to admit it. Maybe this will change your mind."

She leaned forward and flicked her tongue lightly against each swollen nipple.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Amber moaned again. Her body began to sway more rhythmically.

"Yes, that's it, just let yourself go, sweetheart," Sonia massaged her breasts again, kneading the soft, delicate tissue between her fingers.

"Have you ever tried bondage when making love?"

Amber shook her head.

"I see. A first timer then," Sonia laughed. "Well if you had, then you would know that it can the most sexual experience a woman can have without intercourse. Like now, you’re feeling quite aroused, aren't you?"

Amber struggled to fight against her own body's responses. She was enjoying it, and craving more and more.

"Answer me," Sonia repeated, "are you becoming aroused?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Amber finally resigned herself into admission and nodded. She then felt one hand leave her breast and move down to her abdomen.

"This is wrong," she thought to herself. She was repulsed by Sonia's sexual advances, but could not deny what her body was telling her -- that she was getting more and more excited. She felt the hand move in between her thighs, and again, tried unsuccessfully to wiggle away.

"Struggling is not going to help you, dear. So why don't you just relax and enjoy it."

Sonia found her clit and gently rubbed the tender bud with one finger.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Amber could feel the orgasm building deep in her lower belly, a tight coil that threatened to explode within. She wanted to moan "faster" through the gag, but before she even tried, Sonia began to touch her in exactly the way she wanted to be touched. Then both hands moved around to her ass, and stroked both firm globes softly, before grasping them tight with all ten fingers. Sonia was on her knees now, and Amber felt her warm tongue, snake its way up her inner thigh, causing her muscles to tense. The fingers squeezed her ass even tighter, and pulled her hips forward, forcing Amber's pussy onto her waiting tongue. Amber felt it probe into her, deeper and deeper with each thrust, then it quickly withdrew and slithered around her clit. Mindlessly she tossed her head back, hips lifting to press her clitoris deeper into the wet maelstrom.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Amber had never been this intimate with another woman before. In fact, if anyone had asked her a hour ago if she could be excited, sexually, by another female, she would have laughed. Now, this mysterious woman was filling her with a lust she didn't know existed. She touched her in the same places that men had touched her before, but in a way that none of them could ever match.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!"

Amber groaned loudly into the gag, then bucked her hips forward as much as the restraints would allow. She shuddered violently when the first wave of her orgasm struck. Sonia moved her tongue faster and faster, lashing out over her clit, then thrust it inward past her burning folds. Another wave followed, then another. Amber's mind tried to handle all of the sensory input, but couldn't. For the moment, she forgot about everything that had happened to her; forgot about where she was. She thought of nothing, but the pleasurable sensations coursing through her body. When it was finally over, and Sonia stood up again, she just hung there gasping, her head tilted backward, eyes half-open.

"That is how you please another woman," Sonia told her, then her eyes narrowed. "But I don't recall giving you permission to have an orgasm, did I?"

The implication behind her words sobered Amber up in an instant. Her body began to shiver uncontrollably, not because she was standing naked in a drafty room, but from the low tone of Sonia’s voice. It reminded her of Raven's tone, before he beat her with the crop.

"For now on, you must never reach orgasm unless given permission to do so. If you do, then you will be whipped severely. Understood?”

Amber nodded.

“Being a fledgling, I realize you didn't know this, but nonetheless, I'll have to punish you for your indulgence, or else you will never learn."

Sonia unbuckled the straps behind Amber's neck and pulled the leather gag out of her mouth. For the first time, in what seemed like hours, she was able to speak.

"There," Sonia tossed the gag on the table, "now you can scream all you want, but I wouldn't advise it. No one will hear you through these thick walls, and you should save your strength for what's coming up."

Sonia moved to the wheel and turned the crank again. In an instant, Amber could feel the pull on her arms grow stronger, her body being lifted upward. The metallic clicks from the wheel rang sharply in her ears until her feet dangled in space. Pointing her toes, she searched frantically for the safety and comfort of the floor. Several more clicks rang off before Sonia flipped the lock on the wheel to secure it. The pressure from the weight of her own body increased on her shoulders and wrists. Her rib cage was etched from the strain, and her breasts rose and fell with each gasped breath. The cable had a deliberate twist in it, and Amber, now suspended, slowly revolved helplessly in front of the mistress.

"W-what . . . are you going to do to me?" Amber croaked when she finally found her voice.

"I thought that was apparent, dear. I had just said that you are to be whipped."

The room spun slowly before her and she tossed her head around, looking up to her own bound wrists, then back at Sonia, and finally, to the long whip she was now holding. Her long, silky chestnut hair swung from side to side behind her as she writhed pitifully in her suspension. The whip was composed of black leather strands, braided tightly together with thin tassels on the end, and the length was about 30", giving it more reach than the riding crop Raven had used on her earlier.

"I'm quite handy with this you know," Sonia said proudly, her hand stroking the long braided tail, "I can flick a fly off a wall with one snap of the wrist."

Amber gave no response, but continued to struggle as she slowly turned on the cord. Sweat flowed fresh from her pores with the realization that she was truly hung, totally defenseless. She was really going to be whipped, and she knew it would be more painful than anything she had ever experienced in her life. Feeling the crop against her bare ass was bad enough. Now she was about to receive the same punishment all over her body. She wondered what the whipping would be like. She really didn't want to find out, but there seemed to be no choice in the matter, and most-likely, there would be many more to come in the future. Amber cursed herself for not trying to make a break for it earlier when her hands were free. Now she could do nothing, but hang there by her bound wrists, and hope that Sonia would show her some mercy. Her slavery now seemed all too real. The realization of her true plight was like a person coming out of a dark cave for the first time into the bright sun. It was agonizing. Amber tossed her head back again, closed her eyes, and moaned in hopeless despair, waiting for the first lash to land.

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

(Story Content: F/f, Bondage, Whipping)

So many tears I cried of loneliness

I feel so hollow inside like a carcass.

Darkness is haunting me, driving me into insanity,

My life now shattered from all the pain.

Don't know where I'm going

But it's someplace new.

"Paradise of Suffering"

by jason2voorhees@aol.com

www.bdsmcafe.com

Chapter 5: Amber’s Descent

It was still pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the tops of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth, it has no time to flow down the spout. It soaked the ground to a mire in some places, and the ground, in turn, drained like a full sponge into a creek nearby.

In an old wine cellar, two levels beneath the house, Amber Brkich could smell foul water seeping through its ancient stone walls. The air felt thick and moist. She was nude, save for her leather collar and bindings. Yet in spite her chilled surroundings, rivers of sweat rolled off her body; sweat brought on by the strain of her suspension, and fear of the whipping she was about to receive.

Looking up, she saw her wrists imprisoned in their leather cuffs, her arms pulled high above her head by the twin links separating them. Her eyes followed the greased metal cable that ran from the chains, through a pulley above, then down to a wheel crank bolted into the floor. A leather strap fastened just above the elbows kept her upper arms secured, and her head back. Her ankles were cuffed together as well, and her feet raised 12" in the air, keeping her tight, young form stretched and exposed, and of course, quite helpless.

SWISHHHHHHHH . . . CRACK!

Sonia snapped the whip once into the air to test it while Amber slowly rotated on the twisted cable. The room itself looked old and ominous. There were no windows on this level that she could see, only darkened corridors that seemed to lead nowhere, and a narrow stairway spiraling upward to the cellar above. It was the type of place where one could easily be locked up and forgotten about for years.

"Well now, are we ready?" Sonia asked.

"Please," Amber begged, "I'll do anything you want!"

"I know you will, hon."

Amber strained to keep her eyes on Sonia as the cable turned until her back was to the mistress. She heard another loud snap.

SWISHHHHHHHH . . . CRACK!

The very end of the whip landed on the right side of her tush. Amber yelped, then lurched forward in her suspension.

"Painful isn't it," Sonia teased. "I hope you didn't think you'd be getting off easy because this is your first whipping."

SWISHHHH . . . CRACK!

The next strike was much harder, and this time, the whip curled itself like a snake around her wracked form and left a faint red mark just below her armpit. Amber screamed louder. Her tethered hands clenched into a fist, then relaxed. The searing pain was unlike any she had ever experienced, or even thought possible.

SWISH . . . CRACK!  SWISHHHHHHHH . . . CRACK!

Sounds of braided leather slapping against her flesh reverberated against the stone masonry. Amber's head began to spin. Sonia had wanted her to learn the power of the whip, and she certainly did. She screamed again and again, her stretched body writhing spasmodically in its forced rotation each time the whip hissed through the air and struck her in a new place.

"Had enough?" Sonia asked.

"Yessss," Amber's voice was weak.

"That's 'Yes Mistress.'"

"Yes . . . Mistress," she begged, "I've had enough . . . PLEASE STOP!"

"Mmm . . . very convincing, " Sonia nodded her head in approval, "but I'm afraid you're not quite ready yet, dear. At this early stage, a slave will say anything to escape further correction, without fully appreciating its meaning."

Before Amber could make another plea, Sonia swung her whip again, and delivered a series of strokes to her breasts. She hit each hardened nipple with stunning precision. Then she struck her between the legs, causing the beautiful captive to squeal and twist on the cord.

To Amber, time seemed to stand still, and the universe had shrunk to just two people. Sonia and herself. Life outside was now a distant memory, her clouded mind unable to focus on anything, but the whip. Amber wished she could escape the painful lashes by slipping into unconsciousness, but Sonia always knew just when to hold off until she had regained enough of her senses to stay alert.

SWISH . . . CRACK! SWISH . . . CRACK!

The whip ravaged her body from all sides. When ceased again, Amber feared there would be more to come, but she was grateful for the momentary pause in her torment. Her mouth felt dry, and as she moved her tongue around, trying to find some moisture to apply to her lips, she tasted blood and realized she had bit her lip.

"How much am I hurting you?" Sonia asked.

"More than I have ever been before, Mistress," Amber answered her meekly.

"Then kiss the handle for me."

Amber fluttered her eyes open as if she had just awoken from a dream, and saw the whip handle only inches away from her face.

"Kiss the whip handle," Sonia repeated, "and thank your Mistress for the punishment that you have received."

Amber licked the blood from her lips, and then pressed them firmly on the leather handle.

"Thank you Mistress," she repeated, "for the punishment that I have received."

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Very good," Sonia hung the whip back on the wall, "but just saying that you are my slave, or even submitting to my whip, is not enough. A well-trained submissive willingly accepts her punishment without being forced."

Amber closed her eyes again and rested her forehead against the leather strap between her upper arms. Was this ever going to end? The whipping had already left her fatigued and deflated spiritually. Her skin felt like it was burning in an oven, and sweat glistened off her heated body in the dim candlelight. Though as painful as it was, the red welts left behind were only minor and would fade in a short time, thanks to Sonia's skill with the whip. After all, no one was going to pay for a “marked” slave.

"You are just at the beginning of a strange journey in your life," Sonia lectured her, "one that will change completely how you see yourself and the world around you. It doesn't matter how you were brought here. The fact is, you ARE here. How and when you wish to accept your new role is up to you."

Amber felt Sonia's finger stroke the outside of her left breast. She then placed the finger in her own mouth to taste the sweat.

"Now kiss me," she demanded.

Amber would never have thought of kissing another woman before, but this time she parted her lips obediently as Sonia pressed her's tightly against them. She felt Sonia's tongue slither into her mouth and wrestle with her own.

"Mmmm, very nice," Sonia commented. "I think you're going make a fantastic slave. And who knows? When you go to auction, I may put in a bid for you, myself."

Sonia gave her breast a final squeeze, then turned to the wheel crank. Another series of metallic clicks sounded, and Amber felt her body descend until she could feel the floor again, though she still had to use her toes.

"I'm going to leave you now to think about what you've learned so far, but that doesn't mean your first session has ended yet. While I'm gone, we'll be testing your endurance. Do you know what that means?"

Amber shook her head cautiously, uncertain as to if she wanted to hear the answer.

"It means you will be staying down here, just as you are," she said, "and I'm afraid this is only the beginning, dear. For now on, you will be spending many nights fully restrained in various uncomfortable positions. At first you will find it almost unbearable, but in time, your body will become more supple and accustomed to your bondage."

Sonia took one of the two remaining candles and moved to the stairs.

"Who knows? You may even grow to enjoy it," she then winked and said, “Ciao!”

Amber listened to the sharp sounds of heels clicking on the steps as she ascended the narrow passageway. Somewhere above, the door slammed shut, a dead bolt rattled, then silence. She breathed a sigh of relief in knowing Sonia had gone, and yet, dreaded the idea of being left alone. Shaking the wet strands of hair away from her face, she began testing the wrist cuffs with the hope of somehow loosening them, but it was no use. The leather was padded with foam on the insides, making them tighten uniformly under her own weight. She studied the two chains that ran from her wrists to the cable above. They could be unclipped easily if given the proper slack, but that would mean pulling herself up to the cable, and her slender arms were far too weak now from being stretched for so long to do so.

Once again, there was nothing to do, but wait.

Amber gazed at the instruments of torture hanging on the wall, and wondered which she would have to endure next when Sonia returned. Her eyes then turned to the single candle left sitting in its holder on the table. It offered just enough light to illuminate the center of the room, leaving corners and doorways shrouded in complete darkness.

Her mind wandered and recalled a dream she once had, where she had been kidnapped, bound and gagged, then taken to a warehouse. She had no clothes on her body, only the ropes. She was helpless then, just as she was now, like the pretty damsel tied to the railroad tracks in those early western dime novels. Only there would be no hero in a white hat coming to her rescue. She was now living a nightmare that her mind could never dream up on its own. Amber didn't seem to even exist anymore, only a woman stripped of everything and forced to come to terms with her own suffering.

The minutes crept by, and still, she hung, each breath a moan of pain and anguish. Her joints began to stiffen and her muscles ached terribly from the strain of her suspension. Sweat poured out of her body from a seemingly endless reservoir of cooling moisture. She could feel it trickling down from under her arms, down her back, down her legs, and between her breasts. It itched terribly! Then there was the darkened corridor directly in front of her, and every so often, an icy draft would whisk into the room from somewhere beyond its black recesses, and turn her heated skin to goose flesh -- a reminder of how naked and vulnerable she really was. She wished Sonia would come back for her, even if it meant enduring another whipping. The candle had already burned down to the end, and now its flame began to flicker and weaken. Amber watched it anxiously, and wondered if this was her fate -- to be left alone and shivering in the dark, with only the pain of her bondage to keep her company.

She groaned softly, then pulled on the chains again.

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It was almost 3:00 in the morning when Sonia climbed the long, winding staircase from the main foyer to the second floor. She was anxious to get some sleep, but first, she had to meet with Raven and give her report on the new girl.

"Come in," a male voice answered after she knocked on the door to his den.

Raven leaned back in his chair and watched Sonia as she entered. Her red hair was pulled up, exposing her long, magnificent neck. The black evening dress she wore hugged her body to perfection, and as far as he could tell, there was nothing between the thin garment and her skin.

"Good morning," he said, "please, sit down."

She sat in the chair closest to her and crossed her legs, not bothering to cover up her bare thigh as the slit in her dress fell open. Raven saw this and smiled slightly, then he got up and poured two snifters of brandy, handed Sonia one glass, and sat back down in his chair.

"So tell me, how is her progress?"

"She's coming along quite nicely," Sonia replied. "Much faster than I thought she would."

"Good," he nodded. "I may have to send her to Lamar Quinn as compensation for the other girl, though I would rather she go to auction.

"Couldn't Jerri be re-trained?"

"I don’t think so, and you saw earlier how upset Larmar was. Apparently she has been most difficult, quite impossible, in fact," Raven's eyes seemed to grow darker as he spoke, "so I've decided to make an example of her to the others, then I'll send what's left down to our associates in South America. At least that way we’ll get something back for the loss."

Sonia took a sip of her brandy and said nothing. She knew what the words "make an example of" meant when they came from Raven. She also knew any girl sent down to the work farms would have to endure brutal rapes, and long hours laboring in the fields. Most of the girls didn’t last very long in those conditions, but that was none of her affair, she reminded herself.

Such a shame, though. Jerri Manthey was a pretty one, and highly sexual. She also had a strong will, which is why Raven took charge of her training himself. He wanted to break her spirit, which of course, he did. Unfortunately, she had developed a strong devotion to Raven during their sessions. Something Raven, himself, had not foreseen until after she went to auction. When Mr. Quinn cast the highest bid, he became her new owner, but Jerri wanted nothing to do with him. She only wanted to serve Raven.

"Enough talk of business," he slowly rose from his chair, "it's late, and my mind has been entertaining other thoughts, such as that dress you're wearing. Very provocative, yet elegant, though at the moment, I would rather see you out of it."

Sonia set her drink on the table and stood up as he approached. She knew how this meeting was going to end the minute she entered the room. Part of her wanted it to happen. She found Raven to be both handsome and threatening. His gaze in particular, was penetrating. When his dark eyes rested on something, they seemed to devour it, to encompass the whole of it. They were a predator's eyes, not human, and they seemed to blaze. Sonia felt drawn to them, like a moth to a burning hot street lamp.

Raven curled his fingers lightly around her neck and ran them down her shoulders. His hands were rough and strong, but so gentle as they touched her, almost too gentle. Sonia knew that would change. Their eyes locked for a few pounding seconds, then, as if directed by a higher power, they fell into a hungry embrace.

As they kissed, Raven moved his hand down her thigh, and behind the slit that parted her dress so invitingly. Just as he had surmised earlier, she was wearing nothing underneath. Sonia moaned as he raised the dress high over her belly, exposing her smooth, porcelain skin to his wolfish eyes. She leaned back on the desk and relaxed her body back on the cool, hard surface. The dress was hiked up to just below her breasts, her knees spread wide and bent over the sides of the desk, her most intimate parts fearlessly displayed.

Returning his lips to hers briefly, Raven began a silent exploration of her warmth, traveling erratically downward, pausing to inspect her neck, her thinly covered breasts, her smooth, taut belly. Sonia didn't move; she didn't open her eyes; she just lay there, still savoring his touch. His mouth continued its slow trek downward, amidst the dark red curls nestled between her creamy thighs. His tongue explored all around them, teasing her most tender areas. Sonia drew in a gasp, her hands gripped the edges of the desktop. Raven reached up and pulled the thin black cloth over her breasts, applying friction to her hardening nipples in the cruel-but-oh-so-nice way she loved. The gentle hands became more insistent as she arched into them, moaning her encouragement. He twisted her breasts savagely between his strong fingers, until her nipples swelled and turned a deep red. Sonia cried out, her body writhed on the table like a helpless animal. Her fear heightened, only to be quelled again by her own arousal.

Raven's hands moved down her belly to her thighs, spurred on by the sounds of her pleasure. He spread moist open kisses along the crease of her inner thigh and looked up to watch her again. The sight of her mounting pleasure increased his already painful need. Sonia groaned, shifted her hips in an effort to hurry him, but he was in charge now. Her eyes remained closed, her hands tightening on the edges of the desk. She was paralyzed, unable to move, as though someone had nailed her body firmly down to the wood. She felt light kisses across her heated mound, felt him breathing in her scent as she bucked and writhed beneath the onslaught.

"Oh, please," she pleaded with a breathy whisper.

"Patience, my dear."

The warm rush of air from his words caused her hips to jerk. Light kisses deepened, his tongue snaked out to taste her inner lips. Small raspy cries escaped as Raven's fingers parted her and his tongue began slowly tracing the length of her sensitive folds. The intense sensation had Sonia mumbling incoherently, tossing her head from side to side as she clutched tighter on the desk. When her eyes opened, Raven was above her, watching. Bending forward, he kissed her face, tracing her lips with his tongue before sharing his own taste with her. He reached for his rock hard penis and dragged it slowly through her wet folds before guiding it to her entrance. One slow steady push seated him deeply inside her, the tight velvet of her heat surrounding him. Each long steady thrust sent her higher. Her nails dug into the wood; her spread legs tightened against the desk, until, crying out, her body clenched, then spasmed in its release. Raven panted, and hot puffs of breath assaulted her face. His hips jerked wildly as he emptied his hot seed into her, then collapsed his full weight on top of her.

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Amber watched the candle die slowly. As the light wavered, moving shadows seemed to claw at her helpless form. She didn't know how long it had been, but it felt like hours. Her back and shoulders ached terribly as her own weight bore down on them. Her hands were already numb. The room seemed colder and she shivered occasionally, unable to avoid or shield herself from the damp, moist air.

And through it all, Amber's mind was grappling with growing thoughts of despair. The minutes had turned to an hour, then two, and there was still no sign of Sonia. She strived to keep a positive attitude, but the prospect of slowly wasting away is this black hold, totally alone, frightened her. Only Sonia could be her savior. But where the hell was she?

For a very brief moment, the candle flickered to life, and its light chased the shadows back into the corners of the room again, then the corridor in front of her brought another rush of cool air, snuffing the flame out completely. Amber tried to hold back the panic. Her nipples tightened, her skin grew cool and pimpled as the primal darkness swallowed her completely. Her blind eyes searched for something in the room to focus on, but there was nothing. She pulled against the restraints, gently at first, then harder and harder. Her mind began to scream,

"You can't escape. You are chained down here forever."

She tugged, pulled and twisted her hands against the leather cuffs, chafing her wrists terribly. She was aware of her body turning on the cord, her breasts bouncing provocatively against her ribs as she strained to keep her footing. She listened to her own ragged breaths and smelled her musky sweat. Then she went limp, breathless in her struggle against the leather and steel restraints.

And still her stretched form hung, silently suffering in agony. No conversation, no books, no TV, no sounds from the outside. She was only beginning to understand how empty her new world was. Her senses cried out for more data, for more input, anything to divert her thoughts from the loneliness, and the growing pain of her bondage.

Tremors from, what seemed like, extended hours of terrors had exhausted her limbs. Her bones felt thin and brittle. Her breaths now came in shallow pants, like a woman holding off the urge to deliver her child. Even her body deserted her now, and her mind sought to escape its confines and explore on its own. It seemed to her consciousness that she had separated from the useless sack of flesh, that her spirit, soul, whatever it could be, was free. Looking down, she saw her own body, adrift and alone in a vast ocean of blackness. Somewhere in her new reality, somewhere deep in its dark recesses, a creature stirred. Then another, and another, swimming around her form. She tried to warn it, but that would mean getting back inside, and she didn't dare. They had no glowing eyes. No muffled breath. No dank stench. But she could see shapes, predatory shapes plying the space around her body. One of the creatures closed in, but turned away. Then it turned back again. And so did she. She tried to fight against it, but something drew her back into the body that was about to be extinguished.

Amber got back just in time to see them close in, their sharp, razor teeth bared and ready to devour her flesh. For a moment, she couldn't remember how to breathe, let alone scream. She could make no more sound than a whimper that seemed odd and faraway. Her heart pounded like surf, sending blood crashing through her inner ears. Then the shapes darted off, but she could still feel them lurking nearby. Amber desperately wanted to leave her body again, but it was too late. She understood now that her imagination had tried to protect her, to get her free -- and had failed utterly. But she couldn't turn her imagination off, and now its efforts turned destructive. She wept without sound. Her thoughts turned inward, to the past, and her imagination selected only the worst parts of that. She watched all of the sins of her life. She held court within her own mind, and forced herself to see it all again in an effort to find the reason for why she was being punished. Her weeping never stopped. Her tears ran for days as she watched herself doing things that she ought never to have done. Every transgression of her life played out before her eyes in fullest detail, then culminated as her thoughts turned to Sonia. With almost instant clarity, she realized there was nothing she could do to change what had been done in the past. Only the present mattered now. More than anything, Amber wished she could go to Sonia, beg her forgiveness, and make amends for her own shameful behavior. She now understood the necessity of the punishment, no longer felt sorry for herself, and tried to focus on carrying out the full sentence, no matter how long, and how unbearable it might be.

The dark shapes were coming back now, ready to devour whatever was left of her old self. This time, Amber welcomed them before drifting into unconsciousness.

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

(Story Content: F/f, Bondage, Humiliation)

Chapter 6: Morning

Slowly, Amber opened her eyes. Everything was fuzzy, blurry at first, and she blinked as her eyes focused on the textured ceiling above. No longer was she hanging from a chain in the wine cellar, but laying on the soft, plush covers of an elegant four-posted bed. Every muscle in her body ached terribly. She tried to pull her arms down, then felt something tug on her wrists. Turning her head to the right, she saw her wrist cuffed to the bedpost.

"W-what? Where . . .," she gasped as her mind slowly began to clear.

There was movement in one corner of the room, and Amber turned her head toward a man sitting in a chair near the window, his face, still concealed by the shadows. In one hand, he held a lit cigar.

"Our pretty one awakes," he said.

"I thought I was dying," Amber murmured.

"Far from it, my pet," the man's voice was soothing. It was Raven's voice.

He stood up in front of the window, his dark form silhouetted against the early morning light. His eyes never left her as he moved toward the bed. Amber tried to get up, but couldn't. Her arms and legs were stretched wide and bound to the corners of the bed. She was still nude, defenseless and completely at his mercy. Then she felt his warm touch on her face, and somehow, it calmed her.

"Don't worry," he said. "I only came to observe. Now get some rest. I'll send a servant in later to freshen you up."

He turned and left the room. The door closed quietly, and Amber, as exhausted as she was, quickly drifted back to sleep.

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In another part of the house, Sonia rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. As she stood under the shower, she felt the heat of embarrassment add to the warmth of the steamy water. She couldn't believe she had let Raven fuck her again. She felt a little tingle in between her thighs when she remembered the way he had held her down on the desk. She remembered that animal look in his dark eyes as he pierced his cock into her. Sonia shook her head ruefully and wondered if she had made a wise decision in working for him. Mixing business with pleasure always lead to complications, and Raven was known to have a violent temper, and powerful friends.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her body. Her damp hair was twisted together in another towel, piled high on top of her head. Searching the large walk-in closet, she pulled out the clothes she would wear that day -- a black silk blouse and shiny, tight-fitting leather pants. She then sat down at her vanity and stared into the mirror. Her face shone with the health and youth of a twenty year old.

"Good sex will do that for you at any age," and a little smile curved her lips as she applied her makeup.

For the moment, her worries diminished, while her mind took the opportunity to re-live the night before. God, what a rush! She let her fingers take over, each movement automatic, as she smoothed on foundation, followed by eye shadow, liner, and mascara. She pictured how they must have appeared to someone who might have stumbled into Raven's den while they were coupling. She imagined the look of his dark hair contrasting against the vibrant red of her own, her creamy thighs wide open to him as he surged into her over and over, her mouth gasping in pleasure. Oh yes, she was getting turned on just thinking about it.

Sonia went to the bed and lay back on the satin sheets, allowing the towel to fall open. She glanced briefly at the ceiling, closed her eyes, and continued playing the mental movie behind her eyelids while her fingers slowly trailed down between her legs.

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Amber awoke again to a light knock at the door. Before she could answer, an attractive blond woman stepped inside and moved quietly to the bed. In her hand was a long leash.

"My name is Monique," she said, clipping the leash to Amber's leather collar, "I have been instructed to take you to the showers."

Amber immediately recognized her as the girl she had seen the previous night in the tight-fitting cocktail dress serving drinks to Raven and his guests. Only now, she was dressed in a classic domestic maid uniform -- a short black dress decorated with white lace. She quickly unbuckled the restraints and guided Amber off the bed by using the leash.

"Where are . . ."

"Shhhh," the woman broke in, "you mustn’t speak. Now come with me."

As they moved down the stairway to the main level, Amber noticed the particulars about the maid’s uniform. The neckline was low cut and tight, pushing her ample breasts up and together. The dress was also short, and it revealed the majority of her long legs, which were covered in fishnet stockings and enhanced by the high heels she wore. Looking down at her feet, Amber noticed the ankle straps had small padlocks dangling from them.

They entered the hidden passageway beneath the stairs and retreated back down to the cellar. Then Monique led the way through a long, narrow passage lit by an occasional bare bulb in the ceiling. The cellar seemed to span the entire foundation of the house above, though it was hard to tell because the whole level had been sectioned off into a labyrinth of small rooms and corridors, some sparsely lit in places. They turned into an open doorway and entered one room that appeared to be a lavatory. There were three shower stalls with no curtains, toilet stools without partitions or doors, and a long, trough-like sink along one wall. Amber also saw a large table, made of stainless steel with two sets of stirrups, one below and one high above. It resembled a gynecologist table, though this one seemed to have more insidious implications.

"Look." Monique's eyes darted upward to a surveillance camera mounted high up on a wall near the ceiling. "They have one in every room down here," she whispered, "and there is always somebody watching." Amber glanced nervously at the camera and got the message.

She was permitted to use one of the toilets before Monique led her to the showers. The tiles were covered with grime and mold, but in spite of her disgust, she allowed herself to be guided into one of the stalls.

"Please reach your hands over you head as high as they will go," Monique instructed. When Amber did so, first one, then the other wrist was secured to a metal restraint on each side of the stall. Using one foot, Monique urged her to widen her stance so her ankles could be locked in place as well. Then she turned on the hand sprayer.

The restraints were quickly forgotten once Amber felt the warm water against her aching muscles. For a moment, she wanted to just relax and forget about her abduction, the whippings, everything. She felt soapy hands gently scrubbing and massaging her scalp, then the sprayer, rinsing the suds off her silky strands. Amber never realized how much she could appreciate such a simple task. She stood immobile, her arms raised, legs spread, the soap running down her body, tickling her here and there on it's way down. She felt the soapy hands reach around from behind her and slowly lather up her breasts with the white suds. They kneaded and massaged them, turning her nipples into rosy pebbles. They moved into the deep curves of her open armpits, down the sides of her ribs, then inward toward the V of her body. She sucked in her breath and her knees buckled as the fingers worked their way in and around her nether lips, and deep between her buttocks. Every square inch of her was lathered up and rinsed thoroughly. Then Amber watched, somewhat dazed, as Monique went to a cabinet and returned with a razor and a can of shaving cream.

"What next?" she thought.

Monique applied the creamy foam to Amber's underarms and carefully shaved them to remove any new stubble. Then curiously, she leaned forward and ran her wet tongue across each silky curve. Satisfied with the inspection, she lathered up each leg, from the ankles to the thighs, and shaved them thoroughly. After a final rinse with cold water, Monique returned the showerhead to its holder and unfastened the restraints.

"Now step over here with me," she softly ordered.

Amber was still dripping wet from the shower as Monique led her to the table.

"Lie down, please."

She followed her gaze and hesitated a moment when her eyes focused on the stirrups.

"Relax, this will be the experience of a lifetime – believe me," Monique took hold of Amber's upper arm and gently urged her onto the table.

She quickly restrained Amber's wrists above her head, then she tightened a leather strap across her breasts, and another just above the pelvic area. Amber lay shivering on the steel table, but that discomfort paled in comparison to the mounting fear of not knowing what was going to happen next.

"I going to finish shaving you now," Monique's voice was soft and consoling, "and since this part of the process so exacting, it will be necessary to restrain you completely. We wouldn't want the razor to slip."

She gently placed Amber's feet in the lower stirrups and fastened a metal ring around her ankles, so that her legs were spread out slightly and bent down at the knee toward the floor. A leather strap was then buckled just above each knee to keep them secure.

"These will simply hold your feet and ankles in position."

Bending down, Monique pulled a lever, forcing Amber's legs wide apart. It was not uncomfortable, but it felt very confining. She tried wiggling her feet and found there was very little movement possible. Amber could feel the cool air invading her privates as she lay there helplessly molded to the steel contraption. Her eyes darted upward at the camera perched high above her, its one eye, focused on her wet, naked body. Most-likely, someone was on the other end, drinking in the sight of her, and knowing this only added to the humiliation.

Monique seemed to sense her discomfort, so she leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Believe me, the best thing to do is to simply comply with what they want."

Alarms were going off in her head but Amber forced herself to stay calm -- after all, what could she do to resist now? Monique brought over a tray and a bowl of warm water. She then took a pair of small scissors from the tray and began trimming away the hair around Amber's privates. Her movements were slow and deliberate. Monique obviously took great pleasure in her work. Amber, on the other hand, couldn't watch. She tried closing her eyes, but she could still hear the sharp, metal blades go 'snip' . . . 'snip', and only an inch or so away from her tender folds.

"This shouldn't take long," Monique said, "you're bush is already trimmed close."

After cutting away the hair, she sprayed some shaving cream into her hand and started rubbing it all around Amber's pubic area, making sure to massage the creamy lather all around her vagina. Amber then watched helplessly as Monique retrieved the razor and placed the cold metal against her inner thigh. It was like pure electricity shooting through her body, feeling the blade slid against her most intimate flesh, slicing through hairs and leaving the surface bare and smooth in its wake. Amber felt her nipples harden in spite of her wishing they would not.

"I love having my pussy shaved," Monique told her with a deviant smile, "I was REALLY bad after they shaved me the first time. I couldn't keep my fingers off of it, so each night for a week, Master Raven tied me to the bed to keep me from touching myself."

Carefully she worked the razor up and around Amber's sodden lips, then gently pulled them aside with her fingers to remove the remaining hairs. Amber felt her body start to spasm as she pulled the razor away.

"Don't move," she ordered, "this is extremely sharp and I don't want to cut you . . ."

Amber tried her best to stay still but this resolve was tested severely each time she felt the icy cold blade between her legs.

"The sex is the best part of it, you know," she continued working as she spoke. "It increases the sensation when he's rubbing against you. I don't ever want to let my pussy become overgrown with hair again."

Scrape and rinse . . . scrape and rinse. Again and again, Monique teased her privates with the razor. Doing it over and over, but not letting Amber reach her peak. Within just a few minutes, the part of her body once covered since puberty, was now completely bare.

"Finished," she finally said, much to Amber's disappointment.

She carefully wiped the area with a wet towel, then rubbed baby oil around it.

"This will soothe the skin," she said, "after the first couple of times, your body gets used to it."

More than somewhat shell-shocked, Amber didn't resist at all when Monique unbuckled her from the stirrups, then raised each foot and re-attached them to the stirrups high above the table. Another lever was pulled underneath, and Amber felt her legs being pulled outward, and then pushed forward, until her ass was lifted about five inches off the table. She was extremely vulnerable now, for not only was her pussy exposed, but her asshole as well. Monique applied more cream between her buttocks, then moved the razor around the puckered opening to remove any stray hairs.

"How are we doing?" Sonia asked. She had entered the room just as Monique was toweling Amber off.

"She is shaved and ready for your inspection, Mistress," the maid servant lowered her gaze to the floor.

Sonia ran her hand in and around Amber's smooth, open crotch and nodded her head in approval.

"Very good," she said, "now unstrap her and tend to your housework."

"Yes Ma'am."

Standing off the table, Amber immediately noticed how strangely different, even erotic it felt having no pubic hair. She usually kept herself neatly trimmed, but had never shaved it off completely before, and she was a bit shaken by her reaction to it. Like Monique, she had the urge to reach down and touch herself, but just as the thought entered her mind, her arms were immediately pulled behind her back, and locked into a pair of leather bindings above the elbows. A strap was tightened, pulling them tightly together, then a pair of handcuffs were locked around her wrists to keep her arms immobilized behind her back.

"Now come with me," Sonia re-attached the chain to Amber's collar and led her through the gloomy rooms beneath the house.

The entire level was relatively Spartan, with very little furniture in each private chamber, but what decor Amber could see was frightening enough. Hanging from the ceiling in one room was a steel cage meant to imprison a single individual in a standing position, with no room at all to sit or even move around in. One inch spikes pointed inward on all sides of the cage from top to bottom. The points had been filed down so as not to actually penetrate the skin, but were still sharp enough to give its occupant enough incentive not to move around too much. Most of the rooms Amber saw had different devices used for restraint - tables, racks, cages, and chains dangling down from the ceiling with manacles hanging open invitingly as though anxiously waiting for their next victim.

Sonia spoke freely while they roamed through these rooms. "As you can see, the entire cellar has been remodeled into a type of mid-evil dungeon, fully equipped for the training of female slaves. This level, alone, is large enough to house at least a dozen trainees fairly comfortably, but generally we like to keep the number down to five or six at a time. In addition to our training, we also offer supervised sessions for our clientele. Down here, almost every fantasy can be fulfilled -- whippings, bondage, role-playing, you name it. Upstairs on the second floor, we have six rooms reserved for more private sessions. Discretion is guaranteed, of course, not just by the staff, but by the fact that a number of patrons are very wealthy, and would neither care for the publicity associated with the place, nor would they like to see its services disappear. You would be surprised how high the demand is for this sort of thing. We always have a long list of men and women waiting to get their little perversions teed up," she laughed. Sonia genuinely enjoyed what she did, and seemed to have no reservations about what might be normal or abnormal.

She led Amber down a short passage to a door on their right. As Sonia turned a key in the lock, Amber thought she heard soft whimpering coming from the other side.

"Here is an example of what we do here on a daily basis."

The door opened. Light spilled into the room, and on the pale form of a nude woman, left bound and alone in the darkness.

"This is Livia," Sonia announced, "one of our 'more advanced' trainees, and as you can see, we're in the middle of a session."

The woman, a tall willowy blond, had on a pair of black high heels and nothing else. Her upper body was bent sharply backward over a large wooden table, with her feet planted firmly on the floor. Her arms were stretched above head and tied to the corners to keep her pinned, her legs fully extended and tied by the ankles to each table leg. A black leather hood covered her face completely, with holes for her nose and the long tail of her golden hair. A short silver chain connecting two nipple clamps glinted in the light from the doorway.

"Livia has been a real treat for us since she arrived. She's quite leggy and versatile, don't you think?" Sonia moved in close between the woman's open thighs, "a real delight to work with -- and did I mention Leggy?"

The poor woman was in a desperately vulnerable position with her pelvis thrust forward so invitingly, and like Amber, all of her pubic hair had been shaved away. Her taut, stomach was adorned with a gold ring pierced into her navel. She also had one of those pointed tribal symbols tattooed down low just off her left pelvic bone. Sonia leaned forward, her leather-clad body pressed against Livia's bald pubis, and began running her hands over her breasts and into the smooth, deep pits under her arms.

"More importantly, she keeps her mouth shut and does what she's told. Very cooperative."

Amber could hear the rapid nasal panting underneath Livia's hood as one hand slid downward between her thighs.

"Livia has been with us for more than a month, so she knows the program by now, don't you sweetheart?" Sonia rubbed her palm up and down Livia's vulnerable folds. "She has no idea how long she'll be left like this. She doesn't know if I will stick a vibrator in here, or maybe up that sweet little hole in her tail. And does she realize what a target she is for a sound thrashing? Will it be the strap?"

Sonia reached underneath and caressed the tautness of Livia's butt, then abruptly pulled on the chain between her breasts.

"Or will it be more nipple pain?"

"Mmmmmmmmph!" Livia jerked and whined, the noise rising as her nipples were stretched taut.

"She's now at her most extreme position for nipple torture -- her pinned arms stretching her breasts as tightly as possible across the chest. Perhaps we should hang weights on the other end of this chain? What do you think, sweetheart?"

There was a shake of the head and a moan. Sonia meanwhile had released the chain and continued massaging her thighs.

Amber watched in both fascination and horror. She could feel her own body react to what she was seeing. She desperately wanted to touch herself, and quietly fought against the bindings around her arms.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" Livia moaned. She was beginning to struggle and quiver, striving to extract more from Sonia's gently tantalizing fingers. Sonia laughed and pulled her hand away.

"Not yet, dear. You still have a long way to go before that. After all, it's better to travel hopefully than to arrive, isn't that what they say?"

The prisoner shook her head in a desperate whining plea. The constant stimulation made her pink folds swell and recede, exposing her clit like a shiny pearl. Sonia tweaked it lightly with one fingernail, soliciting a tortured moan from the bound woman. She tweaked it again, and another moan followed. By now Livia's thin, supple body was covered with sweat. It made her fair skin shine like a porcelain china doll. The veins popped in her neck and she was wheezing and coughing under the hood.

"When you are in pain," she said to Amber, "your thoughts, your awareness become focused on the sensation. Bondage in its most strict form, increases that awareness because it eliminates your ability to move your limbs, forcing you to zero in on your feelings. This is only one aspect . . . but an important one. Livia, for example, has a very busy mind; always ruminating over one thing or another. That is the purpose of our session here. Now she is completely oblivious to her surroundings, aware of only her pain, her predicament, the power of her restraints, and of course, what I'm doing to her down here."

Livia was bucking and writhing uncontrollably now, and all the while, Sonia's fingers never left her clit. Amber wanted to turn away, but she couldn't. Like passing a fatal car wreck, she felt compelled to watch, unable to take her eyes off the site of this poor woman's suffering.

"I believe my girl is almost ready, just a little while longer and we'll finish our session."

Then Sonia finally released her and guided Amber out of the room, leaving Livia panting and whimpering alone in the darkness.

Sonia continued her speech as they walked, "Throughout your training, you will learn how pain and pleasure can be one of the same, and to embrace them both. In time, you will find that your physical reactions, your arousal, can be spurred immediately by the slap of a paddle, or the pinch of a clamp."

They turned a corner, then another to a long corridor where doors succeeded doors, all fashioned with spy holes and keyed locks. Amber wondered if there were other women, like Livia, being tortured behind those doors. Then they stopped and turned into one of the rooms. It was cramped, grimy and oppressive, with just enough space for a small bed and a toilet. There were no windows, only four concrete block walls and a steel faced door. A single naked bulb hung down from the ceiling that made it all look extremely seedy. The bed was nothing more than an old worn mattress. Leather cuffs were fastened to metal rings welded into the corners of the metal bed frame. Amber also noticed a ring bolt set into the wall, most-likely so the occupant could be chained there and still be able to reach the toilet.

"These are your quarters," Sonia told her as she removed the bindings from Amber's arms. "For now, you will be restrained to the bed at all times until I decide you can be trusted to use the facilities on your own. Understood?"

"Yes Ma'am," Amber answered.

"Also, you will not be permitted to wear any clothing, especially while you are in training. This rule applies to all new slaves. In time, you may be allowed to wear something while doing your chores, or when entertaining clients, but you will have to earn that right. Any questions?"

"Yes Ma'am . . . I mean, may I speak, Mistress?"

"Go ahead."

"What . . . what if I have to go to the bathroom?"

"Monique or one our handlers will check on you periodically. You can ask for permission then."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Now get down on your knees, and put your hands, palms down in front of you."

Amber carefully knelt down on the cold floor until she was on her hands and knees.

"Move your arms forward a little more," Sonia ordered, "that's it, and spread those knees wider. Good. Now lower your elbows to the floor."

Amber hesitated when she heard the last order, but only for a minute, then she dropped down to her elbows.

"Arch your back a little so I can see that pretty ass of yours . . . that's it."

Her nose was now less than three inches from the floor and Amber could see nothing else. It wasn't hard to imagine how she looked though. Her knees were spread wide, her pert ass turned upward invitingly with her back arched. Her nipples grew taut as they brushed against the gritty concrete, and both of her holes, now exposed, felt cool and vulnerable.

"This is called 'presenting', and in the future, when I tell you to 'present', you'll know exactly what to do. Won't you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Amber closed her eyes tight, but didn't move, as Sonia ran her hand up and down her smooth crotch.

"A good slave not only does what she is told, but she takes pleasure in it. She expects and wishes nothing more for herself than to please the one she serves. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I do." Amber answered. Her own voice seemed far away.

"Good girl. Now get up and lie down on the bed so I can bind you."

Sonia locked Amber's wrists and ankles into the restraints. She was now lying spread-eagled on the mattress and feeling just as helpless as before, but in a different way.

"Poor Livia must be getting impatient with me by now," Sonia's voice chimed, "so I'm going to have you wait here until I finish with her. In the meantime, someone will bring in your food, then I suggest you get some rest. You'll need it."

Only a few minutes had passed after Sonia left before Monique entered the room carrying a tray of water and a covered bowl of what appeared to be stew. Amber was released from her restraints just long enough to eat. As she picked up her spoon and tried a bite of the stew. She chewed it and then swallowed with a measure of some surprise. It was actually quite good. At least she wasn't going to starve. She then realized how famished she was and dug into the meal with gusto. Once finished, her wrists and ankles were fastened to the bed again, then Monique took the tray and left the room, shutting off the light and closing the door behind her.

Lying on the bed, alone in the darkness, and silence, Amber thought of the other girl, Livia, and wondered what she was going through at the moment. She thought of Monique, who had not only accepted her role, but seemed quite content with it. Was she here of her own free will? Or had she been abducted too?

Amber raised her head as much as the restraints would allow, and gazed down at herself, stretched and naked on the mattress. It almost felt liberating not to have any hair down there -- it really made her feel sexy. Her vagina looked smooth and clean, like a blank canvas on display, ready for someone to leave his mark. She gently pulled on the restraints, first one wrist then the other. How strange it was not to have the use of her own hands, for her own privates to be completely inaccessible to her, and at the same time, open to anyone else.

"To resist . . . or not to resist. That is the question," she whispered to herself with bitter amusement at her paraphrasing of William Shakespeare.

A shiver ran through her body -- a combination of the chill that seemed to permeate the concrete walls around her, and the vivid memory of hanging alone in that dank wine cellar the night before, her flesh still burning with welts from her first whipping. She remembered the hallucinations she had; of the dark creatures that seemed so real as they circled and closed in around her helpless form. It seemed a part of herself had been lost then, leaving a void of stirring emotions that seemed out of control. Passion, sorrow, fear, and anticipation, all were amalgamating into something more primal that she could not yet comprehend. Amber wanted to explore this part of herself, but at the same time, feared that she would never be the same again if she did.

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The Observation Center, or more commonly referred to as "OC", was really just one room, about eight feet square in size, but arguably the most important component in the daily operations of Dark Oak Manor. Six monitors were mounted into one wall on which every "common area" in the whole house could be viewed by closed circuit television in both infra red and normal light. It had taken a while for Raven and Shane to get the cabling for this sussed out, but it came in kitset form, with relatively easy-to-understand instructions. No doubt, it came with an easy-to-read price tag as well, but the investors had deep pockets, so getting the financing needed for renovations was never a problem.

This closed circuit television system, coupled with a two-way intercom, allowed anyone in the OC to deal with several training or client-related sessions at a time in different rooms. There were also security cameras in the grounds and at the gate, to check on the arrival and departure of guests, and for security in general.

That evening, while Amber slept, Shane sat alone in the room and watched her on one of the monitors. The infrared was activated, so he could see her even with the lights out in her cell. He turned a dial slowly on the control panel. The camera lens zoomed in close and panned over her body.

"Hmmm nice," he commented out loud to no one.

Shane had planned to make a move on this one soon. The girls were always easier to deal with during the early stages of their training when they were still terrified and confused. Like the others, he would arrange their little encounter on one of his overnight shifts while everyone else was asleep. That way he could take his time with her. Of course, it would all be recorded, but that could be fixed easily enough. All he had to do was switch the tape with one of the older cassettes. No one bothered to check them anyway, and they were always rotated and recycled every five days. Very little could go wrong.

"Man, I love this job!"

He leaned back in his chair and smiled at the screen.

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

(Story Content: M/f, Bondage, Whipping)

Rain pelts the roof in a tremendous roar

As she screams in delighted passion,

Delicious pain searing her to her very core

Her Master keeps to the lashing.

"Flogging and Thunder"

by Patrick H.

bdsmpoetry.blogspot.com

Chapter 7: Jerri Takes a Whipping

Amber had no idea how much time had passed before she fell into a dreamless sleep.

Well, not quite dreamless.

She remembered being trapped in a cave. She was hanging naked off a single rope by her wrists, and surrounded by gray bats. Yes, gray bats. They were flitting about, touching every part of her body, their wings tickling her bare flesh in much the same way Sonia had tickled her with the feather. In the dream, they began nipping and biting her, and she could do nothing, but wiggle helplessly in the dark, unable to escape their tiny, razor-sharp teeth. She became weak and lethargic as the blood from her many wounds flowed into their hungry mouths. Amber's memory got very foggy after that, but the dream seemed to end with her passing out from the attack, while simultaneously being swept by what she could only surmise to be a wave of sexual bliss. She awoke with a start, then spent the remainder of her time staring up at the dark ceiling of her holding cell, her mind filled with a dizzying array of thoughts.

It wasn't long before the door opened and warm light funneled in from the hall onto her naked form lying on the bed. It was Sonia. Without saying a word, she unfastened Amber's wrists and ankles from the bed frame, then led her down the corridor to another part of the cellar. The tortuous maze seemed to engulf them, and before Amber knew it, she was hopelessly lost in twisting, turning passages, suffused with the glow of distant light.

They ended up in a room that seemed much larger than the labyrinth of cramped spaces that partitioned the whole level underneath the house. Small torches flickered off the concrete block walls, making it appear very much like one of those old English movies where torture chambers were the norm. Amber then saw the woman seated on her knees in the middle of the room. She was a stunning brunette with high, softly chiseled cheekbones, pale blue eyes, and long brown hair that spilled over her shoulders in graceful curls. Her lightly bronzed skin looked smooth, vibrant and flawless in the dim torchlight. The slip she wore was of plain white silk that barely covered her decently around the thighs. Her nipples, cool and erect, pushed outward against the thin material. Two chains with manacles hung down from the ceiling to each side of her. For long moments, Amber could do nothing but stare. She knew something horrible was going to happen to this woman.

Monique stood behind a long table. Her attention had been focused on the careful task of cleaning and oiling the leather instruments of discipline laid out in front of her. Gone was the servant's uniform. She was naked now, like Amber, and wearing a leather collar. Lamar Quinn stood nearby. Amber remembered seeing this man that first evening she arrived at the house, and quickly deduced that the argument she overheard between he and Raven had something to do with the woman kneeling on the floor.

"Sit," Sonia ordered and motioned Amber to a plain wooden chair, "and keep her hands to your sides."

As Amber took her seat, three more women filed into the room from another doorway, with the handlers, Shane and Tony following close behind. All of the women were completely nude and collared.

The first one in line was Asian. At about 5'2'', she was the shortest of the three, petite, with a round face and shoulder length, jet-black hair. The next girl had the slim, tight body of a dancer, pearl white skin, large dark oval eyes, and light brown wavy locks. Amber assumed the third to be Livia when she saw the unusual pointed tribal tattoo on her lower abdomen. Gone was the leather mask, but her wrists and ankles still showed the rope marks from being tied to the table. Her eyes looked glassy and tired. She had obviously been through quite an ordeal with Sonia.

Shane ordered the girls to 'kneel' and they immediately did so in exactly the same manner -- knees apart, back posture perfect, eyes down, palms to the floor, butt resting on the heels. Livia, being as weak as she was, merely sank to the floor and tried her best to remain alert. After Monique finished oiling the last paddle, she quickly scurried to the floor and took her position with the others.

Raven was the last to enter the room and his presence immediately drew everyone's attention. His long, dark hair was still pulled neatly back into a ponytail, but he was shirtless now.

"On your feet," he said to the woman in the white slip, who quickly stood up. Her eyes never left the floor.

"Shii Ann, come here," he ordered, "Marin, you too."

The Asian and the brunette rose to their feet and stepped forward.

"Chain her."

Both slaves took a chain and shackled the woman's wrists. Next they were instructed to shackle her ankles to a pair of steel rings spaced about four feet from each other in the floor. Raven tested the links, then tightened each by turning a wheel crank in the wall. Slowly, her arms were pulled wide above her head until she was almost on her toes in a wide spread-eagle stance. The slip she wore looked thin and airy, almost glowing with the torch lit behind her, as though it were desperate to show off her naked form underneath as best it could.

Amber felt her heart beating like a rabbit. The chair she sat on was of rough oak and there were several places where would-be splinters poked at her bare flesh. The stone floor was as cold as ice under her bare feet.

"Jerri, do you know why you are being punished?" Raven approached the chained girl.

"Yes, Sir."

"And you still refuse to accept Mr. Quinn as your new owner?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I gather you've forgotten the rather large sum this man bid for you at the auction?"

"N . . . no, Sir."

"Then why do you insist on putting me in this position?"

Jerri paused a moment as if she were unsure how to answer.

"I want . . . I need to be with you, Sir," she finally said.

Raven touched her shoulder, slid his hand up to the back of her neck and stroked her cheek gently with his thumb.

"So my fledgling is reluctant to leave the nest."

Jerri didn't pull away. Didn't say anything. Just stood very still. Not stiff. Just still, relaxed, staring up into his eyes.

"You ARE my girl," he said, "aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied anxiously. "I am your girl."

Raven gave her cheek a light pat, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pen knife.

"Well then, let us have a look at you."

Jerri moaned as he cut away the flimsy garment and let it drop to her feet. A thin sheen of sweat already covered her body from head to toe. Her ribs were etched under the swells of her firm, round breasts; her eyes bright with anticipation, brimming with a mixture of dread and desire. She was like an animal, a sleek female animal, acting only on impulse and void of all rational thought.

She moaned again as Raven ran his hand down to her left breast.

"So you want me to care for you. To tell you when to eat. When to sleep . . ."

"Yes, Sir."

"To bind your body and use it in whatever fashion that pleases me . . ."

"Yessss," her eyes closed, "do with me what you wish!"

"Ahh, but it was my wish that you be sold to Mr. Quinn, was it not?"

The trap had been set. Jerri opened her eyes, but couldn't bring herself to look at him. She seemed confused now, unsure of herself.

Raven took his hand away from her breast and turned to the table, "Mr. Quinn and I have already found a solution to the problem that you have so selfishly brought upon us," he continued formally. "I will return his money, with the option of letting him purchase another slave at a set price once her training is complete. That means you belong to ME now, my pet."

Both men nodded in agreement, then Raven returned from the table with a long bullwhip curled in one hand. It was tightly braided, about six feet long. Amber remembered the whip Sonia had used on her earlier, but this one was far more menacing. Somehow, she knew Jerri's punishment was going to be much worse.

"You are a very beautiful girl, Jerri," he remarked. "Sonia was quite correct in her physical evaluation of you when she brought you here. You had all the assets we seek in a high-quality sexual slave. But now, you have disappointed me. I invested many, long hours in training you, only to find that you are just as rebellious as ever. You've learned nothing."

Amber gripped the edge of her chair. She could feel the wood prickling her clammy skin as she watched. Raven circled about the girl, teasing and taunting, not only his captive, but his audience as well. He looked incredible without his shirt -- his muscles like steel, defined and shaped not by hours in the gym like Shane's, but by life. Real life. Under his left breast was a scar, long and jagged. A second began at the left shoulder and snaked its way under his armpit. There was not an ounce of fat on the man, not even around his mid-section. But it was his eyes that got to Amber the most -- quick and savage, like a coiled cobra's behind a stone-face expression as he walked about the girl, touching her insolently, randomly, the chrome handled whip in his fist all the while. Intimately, he lorded his power over her in anticipation of using it on her. Raven was not whipping Jerri just to punish her, nor was it an attempt to intimidate the other slaves. He was doing it for his own enjoyment. The only question now was, how far would he go?

He put his hands on her breasts. His touches were light, but there was no mistaking the possessiveness behind them. Jerri drew a hot breath when he rubbed the chrome handle of his whip against her nipples, each in turn until they became erect, then drew a line down her taut belly. Jerri was whimpering her surrender by the time he reached her bare sex, freshly shaven and now vulnerable between her open thighs.

Jerri swayed helplessly on the chains like a tree branch caught in the wind, her cries of pleasure mingling with her agony. It made Amber think of the dream she had; of the bats in the cave.

"Do not come," he commanded, even as he pressed the handle against Jerri's slick folds and teased her with it.

He toyed with her for a time, then left her dangling, head thrashing, eyes rolled up to the ceiling, hips undulating, every captive inch of her craving the man's attentions, no matter how rough.

"Please, Master," she cried piteously, the shaft-like handle having been removed from between her legs. "Don't stop."

"Beg for it, slave."

Jerri shuddered. "I beg you, Master," she said through clenched teeth. "Violate me once again with your whip."

Raven denied her, administering instead a thick snap to her calf, inducing a wail of pain. "Do you dare put your pleasure above mine?"

"No, Sir. I seek only your pleasure," she corrected herself. "I beg you, Master, whip my body if it pleases you."

"Oh I will, slave," he promised darkly. "I will."

Amber bit her lip. It was going to happen and she couldn't bear to watch, and yet, if she turned away, Raven might be disappointed, angry even.

"Amber," said Raven as he slid the tip of the whip across Jerri's tear sodden cheek to her open lips. "I want you to count for me. We'll go to TEN."

Jerri kissed the whip eagerly, then took it inside her mouth, the top of her tongue running up and down the shiny chrome handle of the very device that was about to scourge her naked, helpless body.

"Please," Amber begged. She gripped her fingers tightly around the chair seat, fighting as best she could the strange urge to run her hands between her own legs. "Don't make me do this."

"Would you like to take Jerri's place?"

"No . . . I mean . . . I just can't do it," she began to stammer.

"Very well," Raven informed her. "Count or don't count, but I will not stop until I hear the full complement from your lips." He pulled back his arm, the whip snapped, then sailed through the air toward Jerri, striking her just below the navel.

SWISHHHHHH . . . CRAAAACCKK!

The sound shattered Amber's nerves. He was blackmailing her now, by using the girl's torture as a means of winning her collaboration. Without waiting for a reaction, Raven swung the whip again and took a slice across Jerri's outer thigh.

"One!" Amber squeezed her eyes shut and counted.

Jerri jerked and moaned as the next slash landed across her breasts. An angry welt immediately began to rise from one globe to another, traversing a line between her nipples.

"Two!"

He swung the whip even harder and seared her breasts again.

"Three! Please, no more!" Amber begged.

Raven ignored the plea, and the next blow landed on the girl's inner thigh, just missing her sex an inch. Jerri screamed.

Hungrily, Amber watched, dreading and craving what was to follow. Number five broke the skin across Jerri's left hip, number six on the right. Each stroke was like a crack of doom against her naked flesh. Her seemingly flawless body was now streaked with angry red welts. Her screams dissolved into low moans, her eyes rolled to the ceiling. She was somewhere else now, far away.

Amber moaned again and counted as the final blows were administered to Jerri's stomach, again across her breasts, and even her arms. The total count had reached eleven when Raven finally stopped, one more count due to Amber's slow reaction to his instructions.

But it was far from over.

He circled around close behind Jerri and roughly fondled her breasts. She whimpered as his hands raked over them cruelly. Then he ran his fingers down to her bare sex and parted her lips. One finger worked on Jerri's clit, causing her to wiggle her butt against his hard cock, now straining against the tight, leather pants he wore.

Amber thought he was going to violate the girl right there in front of everyone, but just then, Raven released her and stood back with the whip still in his hand.

"Another count, Amber. TEN please."

Amber counted as he whipped her from behind. He struck her shoulder blades, her lower back, and once, a side arm stroke that snaked around Jerri's ribs and snapped the tip of her left nipple. After ten counts, Raven tossed the whip on the table and then grabbed a long, oar-shaped leather paddle. One side of the instrument was pebbled with small metal studs.

"Ten more counts, Amber," he ordered, "and louder so we can all hear you."

So Amber watched helplessly and counted as he swung the paddle against Jerri's naked buttocks, first one fleshy cheek, then the other.

WHOP . . . WHOP . . . WHOP!

Jerri tossed her head back and yelped. Each time the paddle make contact, her hips lurched forward as though she were performing a sex act for the audience.

Amber tightened her grip on the chair seat while she watched. Unbidden, she parted her knees and began grinding her own bare cheeks against the rough wood. She wanted desperately to free her hands from the chair and satisfy the need building deep inside her undulating sex, but dared not to. As tortured as it was, she knew Raven would be angry with her if she masturbated without his permission. Then she would be the one bearing the punishment instead of Jerri.

Raven used the flogger next. Once again, Amber was forced to count, ten times, as he snapped the long rubber tresses across Jerri's back. He then moved around to the front of his captive and struck her breasts. Her nipples popped erect under the harsh beating, then turned a vivid red. Her vocals dampened to a soft whimper. The last few strokes were saved for Jerri's loins. Her abdominal muscles strained as she tried to bring her legs together to protect herself, but the bindings around her ankles held firm. Even then, Raven showed no mercy, and struck her bare sex again and again until the count was completed. And then it was done.

Jerri hung still with her head hanging limply backward past her shoulders, her neck exposed. Beads of sweat ran freely down her red-streaked body. Amber's chest was heaving almost as fast as that of her punished soul sister. She wanted to masturbate badly. There was no question of force now, no issue of kidnap. No doubt in her mind now that she was like the others -- turned on by pain and humiliation, aroused by the very thought of her subjugation as a female slave at the hands of her master.

The room was silent again. All eyes followed Raven as he took Amber's arm and lifted her from the chair.

"You are quite thoroughly intoxicated," he told her, "my little college girl."

Her face flushed with the realization that he knew exactly what she was feeling, that he understood her so well.

"Take this one back to her quarters," he handed Amber over to the handlers, "and Mr. Quinn, please let me offer you the service of one of these slaves kneeling before you. We'll also furnish a room, so you may enjoy her company in privacy. No charge."

"Very well," Quinn studied the four women, "I'll have the tall blond on the far end."

"A fine choice," Raven remarked. "Sonia, prepare Livia for our guest."

This time it was Tony who escorted Amber back to her cell. Like Shane, he was well-muscled, only dark, almost Italian-looking, with short black hair. Without a word, he led her down the hall, and once again, she was strapped naked to her bed. There in the dark, she was left alone an hour, or maybe two hours -- she couldn't be sure, but it seemed forever to her.

Then at last, the door opened and Monique entered the room, followed by Shii Ann. They were both wearing a sheer clingy form of silk about their bodies that wrapped like a pareau with a disrobing loop at the left shoulder.

"Come with us," Monique whispered as they released her bindings, "Master Raven requests your presence -- in private."

Leather cuffs were fastened to her wrists behind her back, then Amber was led by a leash up to a room on the second floor. Two walls were lined with closets, and another wall, covered from the floor to the ceiling with a large mirror. A door lead to a small washroom that contained a sink and a chair that tilted back into it, like one might see in a salon.

They washed and dried Amber's hair, then sat her in a chair in front of the mirror where she was properly made up. Mascara was applied, and bright red lipstick, even her nails were manicured. All the while, Amber could see herself, seated naked in the chair each time her gaze strayed to the mirror. Both women said nothing as they worked, until Amber finally broke the silence and inquired about Jerri.

"She recovers," Monique answered in a low voice, without offering any further explanation.

Amber knew it was forbidden for slaves to talk among themselves, or even to anyone else, unless properly addressed. Her eyes darted around the room through the reflection in the mirror, searching for any cameras, but there were none that she could see. It didn't mean they were necessarily alone though, or whether someone could be watching them through a peephole camouflaged in the wall.

They applied in generous amounts of perfume to her neck, her breasts, under her arms and between her thighs. The outfit chosen for her was a long silk robe with gold high heels for her feet and nothing else. The robe had a gold chain button tie just above the breasts to keep it closed loosely around her body. Very loosely. After a final inspection, Amber's wrists were fastened again behind her back with silver bracelets.

The panic returned, swimming through her gut like an eel. She thought of asking the others what lay ahead, but even if they knew, she was sure they would not tell her, not after witnessing Jerri's brutal punishment. For the first time, Amber realized how powerful Raven was. Everyone seemed to fear him, even Sonia and the handlers. She saw the looks on their faces as he carried out Jerri's sentence, striking her helpless, nude body full force with the whip, again and again without hesitation, without mercy. Now Amber was going to face him alone.

Monique opened the door and led her out of the room, with Shii Ann following close behind. Together, the three of them moved quickly and silently down the hall.

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

Chapter 8: Rope Play

The first twenty hours of captivity at Dark Oak Manor were worse than anything Amber Brkich could believe possible. She had been kept isolated from the outside world and allowed very little sleep so there was no way to mark the passage of time. She had been tied up, whipped, paraded naked in front of strangers, forced to witness another slave's brutal punishment, and everything happened so fast, her mind could not deal with it rationally. She felt confused, unsure of herself, unable to maintain her normal thought processes. Now Amber was being taken to meet Raven, the man behind the horrible nightmare, and already, she was fearing the worst.

Monique and Shii Ann guided her down the winding staircase, through the heavy wooden door, and across a flagstone courtyard. For the first time in what seemed like ages, Amber was allowed to venture outside of the house. It was late afternoon. The three-day storm that hit the whole northeast had finally passed, though the dark sky still threatened more rain. Her long silk robe remained closed about the breasts in front, but it did little to conceal the rest of her nude body as it fanned outward in the cool, moist air, and since her hands were locked behind her back, there was no way of keeping it closed. They passed a long stable house, large enough to hold a small army. When they approached the corner of the building, Monique stopped ahead of them, turned and pulled Amber's collar ring up, forcing her to arch her back forward.

"You must learn to hold your body thus to keep your breasts presented," Monique cautioned her, "especially when you are in the Master's presence, or you will be punished." Amber took heed the warning and kept her back straight as they rounded the corner.

Raven was riding a beautiful black mare around a short oval track next to the stable house. He was an excellent rider. In his hand, he held a leather crop, though it appeared he had little need for it. A short kick to the flanks brought the animal to a full gallop as he passed the three women. Then he steered his mount into a tight turn and started a gentle pace back. Amber felt her heart beating heavy against her chest as they made their way across the field to meet him. There was no denying her attraction to Raven. He was dangerously handsome, but underneath that dashing, old-world exterior lurked something dark and malicious waiting to be unleashed. She was strangely drawn to that part of him as well, and at the same time, it frightened her terribly. He dismounted in front of the stable, and tethered the mare to a hitching post. Moments later, a stable hand took the horse back to its stall.

"Leave us," Raven motioned the other two girls as he approached, "and fetch me a drink. Make it the usual."

"Yes Sir," Monique answered, and without another word, the other two women headed back to the house. He and Amber were now alone.

"Very becoming," he said as he moved in closer, then parted the robe with his hands and gazed at her naked form underneath.

Amber moved her arms slightly. The silver bands shifted loosely on her wrists. She could feel his wolfish eyes roaming up and down her body, and despite their slackness, the bracelets remained locked. Her wrists, her hands were hopelessly lost to her, leaving her powerless to protect herself. She looked at Raven, searching his face for any hope of . . ."

"Did I say you could look at me?"

"No Sir," she quickly lowered her eyes to the ground.

He unclipped the chain from her collar and draped it over the fence. "I detest these," he frowned. "A true submissive should never have to be led around like a dog on a leash. Not if she knows her place, and who she belongs to. Don't you agree?"

There was a moment of silence between them. Amber knew the question was a trap and carefully worded to see if she would answer him incorrectly. She knew what would happen if she said 'no', and then again, if she agreed, it would imply that she had some choice in the matter -- which she didn't. Her time with her captors had been brief so far, but already Amber was beginning to understand what her role was, and how to at least act submissive.

"It isn't my place to say, Sir."

Raven nodded his head, apparently satisfied with the answer. "Come with me then, and see what I have planned for you."

He turned and led Amber back toward the house, leaving the leash dangling off the fence.

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Sonia watched the two of them from a window on the second floor, and didn't like what she saw. Of course, it was always expected that the master of the house might take a slave aside to himself for an evening or two, and even the handlers were allowed a taste every now and then, but never this early in the training process, when a fledgling hadn't yet acquired the coping skills to deal with the unfamiliar and the very intense feelings she may be experiencing.

It happened to Jerri, and with disastrous results. Sonia could see her grow more and more attached to Raven during their 'sessions'. Whether it was intentional or not, she couldn't say for sure, but by the time Raven was finished with her, the damage had already been done. Now he was trying to cover up his own mistake by shipping the girl down to some 'dick farm' in Venezuela. If she was lucky, her new owner might keep her for himself and assign her as a house servant. Otherwise, she would be forced to work long, grueling hours in the hot sun, that is, when the field hands weren't fucking her. What a waste! And now it was about happen all over again.

For the first time, Sonia began to question Raven's competence in running his own business. There were investors, silent partners who would want to know what happened to Jerri, and why she was sent away without attempting to fix the problem by putting her through more training.

But as Sonia glared at the two figures below, she knew there was something else that bothered her -- something more personal. For the first time in her adult life, she was jealous. The feeling had become almost alien to her over the years, but it was unmistakable -- a mix of hatred and desire that seethed inside her, like a hot bed of coals being fanned to life, and she was finding it very difficult to control.

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Amber followed Raven through a garden behind the house to a round covered patio that resembled a gazebo. The roof was held up by five large posts with picketed fence rails around the sides. Sitting on a table were coils of rope and two silk scarves. She didn't have to guess what was going to happen next, and the thought of being tied up out in the open like this made her flesh tingle. Raven tossed the riding crop on the table deliberately so she would see it.

"Turn around," he ordered.

As Amber did so, he pulled a key out of his pocket and removed the bracelets from her wrists.

"Now face me, and remove that robe."

Amber raised her hands up to undo the button tie about her breasts. The robe opened, then slid easily off her shoulders.

"Very nice," Raven nodded. He put the bracelets back on her wrists so they were locked in front of her. "There is a post directly behind you. I want you to step back to it."

She felt her feet move backward, seemingly on their own, as if her mind had somehow become disconnected with the rest of her body.

"All the way back against the post," he took one of the scarves and wadded it up into a ball.

Amber hesitantly obeyed. She did not know what he had in mind, and did not really care to find out. But, with Raven she knew that she had no choice in the matter. She allowed him to push the cloth past her lips and tie the other scarf tightly over her mouth. He then raised her arms overhead and attached the bracelets to a hook high up on the post. In the coming days, Amber would find more hooks of different sizes placed strategically about the grounds and in the house itself -- all used for the same purpose.

"Spread your legs . . . wider. That's it. Now stand still."

She remained motionless with her legs apart, her feet pointed uncomfortably in their four inch heels, while Raven took different lengths of rope and proceeded to bind her to the post. Bands of rope were tied around her chest, above and below her breasts, then pulled tightly to the post. He wrapped another length of rope around her lower abdomen several times, just below the navel. Her ankles were tied to the fence rail, then her upper thighs, to keep her legs secured. When he was done, Amber was quite helpless, trapped in a wide stance with her arms stretched high above her head and yards of rope coiled tightly around her body. Raven took the last piece of rope and cinched one end of it to the center her breast ropes. He passed the other end between her legs, then up behind her to the hook above.

"Ummmmmpppphhhhhhmmmm," she groaned into the gag as he pulled once, then twice, and finally a third time before tying it off. The result was a sensation Amber had never experienced before. With all of her pubic hair gone, she could feel every course fiber pushing hard against her smooth crotch.

As Raven was tightening the last knot, Monique appeared again holding a tray with a glass of what appeared to be cognac.

"Your drink, Sir."

After Raven took the glass, she slipped away quietly without even a glance in Amber's direction.

"How do the ropes feel?" Raven pulled up a chair at the table.

"Mmmmmmmmph!" A muffled cry was the only response Amber could give him. Gazing downward, she saw her breasts bulging almost obscenely through the bands of rope, and her nipples stood proudly erect, as though eager to accept the abuse that would most surely be inflicted on them.

"That's raw hemp," he said, "a material traditionally used in Japanese rope bondage, and for good reason. Its natural properties are coarse in texture, yet pliable. And it holds a knot remarkably well. See if you can get loose . . ."

Without thinking, she pulled hard against the ropes and immediately felt the strong, woody fibers rubbing against her body.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!"

Careful, my pet," he laughed, "untreated hemp is highly abrasive. Any sudden movement against the skin produces a burning effect that can be painful, and even damaging for those who are not used to it. Considering the military origins of Japanese restraint, where the goal was to immobilize a prisoner, rough fibers like these were a good choice. Don't you think?"

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmm!"

Raven stood up from the table and started to massage her exposed, bound breasts. Her nipples, now engorged, turned a deep red.

"You must relax," he said. "Move slowly with ropes and you'll enjoy it."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm . . ."

"Rope is one of the oldest, most tried, most trusted of materials used in the application of bondage, and by far, my personal favorite. It is a form of sensual torture all to itself -- the way it rubs into the skin, the visual pleasure of its craftsmanship. Even the pleasant, grassy aroma can arouse the senses."

Amber closed her eyes and breathed heavily into the gag. It was not an all-together unpleasant feeling, she was ashamed to admit to herself. She felt her body sway as he gently kneaded her breasts. The chafing grew less intense with her subtle movements, then quickly melted into a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Yes. That's it, just relax. I'm not going to hurt you. At least, not now," he smiled with a wicked grin.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she pushed her breasts forward into Raven's hands.

"A woman is the most important creature to her male counterpart," he said. "When God created Eve, he took her from the rib of a man. She was taken from his side, to be his compliment, his partner. Yet at the same time, a woman is the weaker sex, making her a missionary, especially in the art of lovemaking. That is why, Amber, so many woman like being bound during their sexual encounters. They want to be gagged, controlled, forced against their will. It is that same feeling of helplessness that is turning you on, is it not?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," came the muffled replies.

His hands left her chest and moved to her abdomen. "Hmmmm, you're very tight and firm here. I like a young lady who takes care of her body, and these ropes compliment your shape beautifully." His fingers traveled down to Amber's shaved mound.

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned, feeling more anxious.

"Are you becoming aroused? Or are you just being apprehensive about where I am touching you? Personally, I think you're becoming more aroused."

His fingers brushed her labia, but they would not enter. Amber tried to push down on his hand.

"I know you want me to touch you there, but you're not ready yet. You must be more focused on why you are here," he started to trace her belly again.

"Now I want you to undulate for me," he said. "You do this by bringing your hips forward and back, then your stomach and breasts. Do this in a smooth wave-like motion. Let the ropes move across your body, but do it slowly. Otherwise, you will not fully enjoy the experience."

Amber began moving her body the way Raven described, and just as he predicted, she felt the ropes shift and rub around her breasts, against her abdomen, and most noticeably between her thighs.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

"Yes, very nice. Does it feel good?"

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmm," she slowly pulled her abdominal muscles in once more, then pushed her breasts forward. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

"That's it. Slowly. So I can feel those tight, toned muscles in my hands. Let the ropes control you. Let them remind you that you cannot escape their hold."

He took her breasts into his hands again, then started to squeeze and massage them, twirling her rock hard nipples gently between his thumbs and index fingers.

"Oooooommmmmmmmmmm," Amber moaned louder into her gag and tried desperately to get away from the hands that were causing her so much agonizing pleasure, twisting about within the ropes that held her so expertly. He knew just how to touch a woman, to get her juices flowing. Amber had seen him demonstrate this before, and she was certainly no exception. She moaned again in silent shame and humiliating pleasure.

"Yes, that's a girl. You are doing quite well. Now move your hips from side to side."

She did so, and felt the ropes tighten against the smooth muscles where her inner thighs joined her hips. The crotch rope, which had become well-lubricated, continued to work its way deeper and deeper inside her. Unable to remain still, she squirmed in her bonds, tried to bring her legs together, but the struggling only increased the pressure. A strange electricity began to flash through her body from the raw hemp rubbing against her tender folds and clit.

"Hmmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmm," Amber was now begging for a release.

"Poor wretch," he said. "Those pesky ropes are giving your body quite the workout, aren't they? Perhaps if there was something else to distract you."

Raven turned to the table and reached for the riding crop -- the same one he carried as he rode the black mare around the track. Later, Amber would recall never seeing him strike the animal with it. Not once. But he certainly had no reservations about using the crop on her.

Swishhhh . . . WHOP!

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" She screamed as the first blow landed just below her left nipple.

Swishhhh . . . WHOP!

Amber moaned again and jerked painfully against the ropes. Sweat broke out all over her body.

Swishhhh . . . WHOP! Swishhhhhhhh . . . WHOP . . .!

He struck her breasts six more times with the crop. Yet despite the searing pain it caused, she felt terribly aroused by it, so much, that she couldn't hide her disappointment when he finally lay the instrument down on the table.

"Pain has many uses," he said. "It can be used as punishment or for pleasure, depending on how it is applied, but for a slave, one cannot exist without the other."

He moved in closer and massaged her breasts again.

"To the untrained mind, this may seem contradictory on the surface. If an outsider were to see you now, he might think, 'That poor girl! She is totally helpless! She is in pain!' But you and I know different, don't we? Even now, your emotions are running wild. Your desires, your sexuality, all of your repressions have been set free, haven't they?"

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm," she nodded.

"It is all about letting go, Amber. Surrendering control. As the ropes tighten around your body, when the lash strikes your flesh, the bonds inside loosen. Knowing that you have NO CHOICE, allows you to quiet your mind and focus on the inner experience."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . ."

"Women crave submission, respond positively to the male dominant, for it is in their nature to be so; an essential quality that has always existed within the weaker sex. Even in the midst of the so-called 'modern feminine ideal,' this primitive state of existence remains; hidden; untouched by civilization and its artificiality."

His hands moved up her arms, then down the sides of her body.

"When a woman discovers these submissive needs for the first time, she will endure a period of self-doubt. She may think something is wrong with her. A sickness, a mental disorder. That is what the society we live in wants us believe, Amber. Western culture places the highest value on independence, on that 'pull yourself up by the bootstraps' attitude, the less needy and more self-sufficient. It values competition over cooperation, material achievement over achievement in relationship. It forces us to be someone we are not, to conform to its temperance until we have become totally disconnected with who we really are. But there is something very wrong with believing that such independence is the only good. It is especially wrong for the most relatedness-oriented among us -- the submissive female. Together, you and I will tap into your inner feelings, your darkest desires through pain and restraint. You will learn to separate out the voices of our culture -- the voices telling you that you are too needy, too dependent, too focused on the others in your life. Once you have articulated the language of your true nature, then you will begin to question, not YOURSELF, but the validity of those cultural values. You will learn to measure your life based on who YOU are, and not by society's standard."

Raven's voice was smooth and penetrating, and the more Amber listened, the more his words seemed to fill her head and take root. She became confused, disoriented, at odds with herself, and all the while, she was aware of his hands roaming all over her body, caressing her flesh with a grip that felt both strong and reassuring.

"When your indoctrination is complete, it will affect all aspects of your life. Not just the bedroom. Role-playing is merely a pretense, a lifeless cardboard cut-out imitation. True submission comes from the heart and soul, with no hint of artificiality, acting, or mendacity. A woman who has found herself, will feel the need to be controlled; constrained by an unstoppable force; restrained; bound; reined in; no choice; no decisions; all freedom must be relinquished to His authority, His lordship; not because of incompetence, emotional liability or any lack of desire to take responsibility for her own actions, and not because she needs a man to make decisions for her, but simply because that is the way it must be."

He trailed his fingers down her abdomen to the rope in her crotch and pulled it slowly.

"Now I want you to come for me, my pet. Give me that orgasm you've been so anxiously waiting for. You are bound and gagged, with no escape. Feel your body and vagina contract as one," he drove the rope up harder, making her tremble. "Yes . . . that's it. Very nice."

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" The climax shook Amber's body. Her muscles tensed. She squeezed her eyelids shut and her breasts bounced with the trembling sensation. The ropes chafed and burned her flesh as she struggled violently with her orgasm, though she barely noticed. Finally, she fell limply against the post. Raven withdrew his hand.

"Did you enjoy that, my pet?"

"Mmmmmm," Amber nodded and moaned softly. When she opened her eyes again, Monique was standing silently nearby with leash in hand.

"Now that your lesson is over, I must leave you and tend to other business," he then turned to Monique. "Take this one to her quarters and see that she is fed. All that struggling depleted her recourses some, and I want her strength built back up for her next session."

Once untied, Amber's hands were immediately locked in the bracelets behind her back. The sun was already setting as they made their way back to the house. The air grew cool and a light drizzle had begun to fall. Goose bumps pimpled her arms, legs and breasts, but even the weather could not cool the frissons of passion that were still streaming through her whole body. Since her capture, Amber had always been restrained in some way or other, and now she knew why. It wasn't just to keep her from escaping, but a reminder that her own body belonged to someone else now. That she was no longer permitted to even touch it.

That night in her cell, Amber couldn't sleep. Her arms and legs were tied to the corners of the cot in the usual spread-eagle fashion. Hours had passed, and even though the burn marks had all but faded, she could still feel the course ropes against her flesh just as vividly as if they were still there. The fact was, she wanted to be fucked in the worst way. That wonderful orgasm brought on from the ropes didn't seem to be enough. She needed to feel a man inside her, to make her complete again. She needed Raven.

Another hour passed, and by then, she was finding it very difficult to even keep still. She began to twist and writhe on the bed. She imagined the crotch rope rubbing deep inside her, inflaming her pussy. The thought, alone, sent shivers through her body, but then she stopped suddenly when she saw the camera perched high on the wall. Her cheeks flushed with shame as she stared at the black eye looking down at her, its red light glowing in the darkness, recording every move she made. Her thoughts turned to Rob, her boyfriend. It seemed so long ago now -- a lifetime. She tried to envision his face in her mind, to replay the sound of his voice, but everything seemed blurred and detached.

"What's happening to me," she thought.

Amber stared at the ceiling in silence, her mind lost in a daze. Only the sound of a key turning in the lock to her cell brought her back to reality. The door opened.

It was Shane.

"Alone at last," he said, and closed the door behind him.

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

Chapter 9: A Fool’s Pact

Shane quickly pulled off his t-shirt, enjoying the way her eyes traveled down his body. He was well-muscled due to many long hours of working out in the gym. His sandy blonde hair stood out even in the darkness of her cell. When he pulled off his jeans, Amber could already see his growing erection bulging obscenely through the tight confines of his briefs.

"Is this what you've been waiting for?" The smile he gave her was predatory and dangerous. Amber shuddered.

Shane's mouth descended on her neck, his tongue peeking out to taste her here and there. Amber tried to twist and turn to get away, but his bulk was too much for her slight frame.

"Please," she whispered, "you shouldn't do this. Raven will . . ."

"Raven isn't here," he broke in, "and you're in no position to tell me what to do." He then followed his answer with a heavy kiss on her mouth.

It was true, she was completely helpless. She was bound spread-eagled on the bed. She was also becoming unbearably aroused by his touches, no doubt, brought on by the long, teasing session she had with Raven only hours before. But it was Raven she wanted, not this man, whom she grew to detest the most since her abduction.

"Now do as I say, and this will be over before you know it."

Unable to speak, she only nodded. Then he was upon her. When their groins touched, Amber could feel his hardness under the thin, cotton wall of his briefs, and echoed it with her own moist reaction. He slathered wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and around her breasts. The open air cooled her damp skin. Her nipples grew taut and erect. She felt betrayed by her own body, as it reveled in the delicious sensations that her mind still refused to accept. When his mouth found one nipple, he lapped at the sensitive flesh with his tongue. Unable to control herself, Amber moaned out loud as he bit down, then drew the tip of his tongue over the captured nub. She pulled against her restraints, but the bindings held firm in keeping her useless limbs splayed outward.

"Please . . ." she choked.

He released her quivering nipple and slowly covered her open armpits in wet, ticklish kisses. The feeling was unbearable and goose bumps broke out all over her smooth, almond skin. A silent, unseen battle raged on inside between her mind and her body, the former trying to regain control over the later. When Shane tried to kiss her again, she turned her head away in denial.

"Hmmm, hard to get," he grinned. "I like that."

Holding her chin steady, he pressed his lips hard against hers, and explored her mouth with intensity. His left hand ambled downward between her legs. Fingers the size and feel of railroad spikes started to probe the moist darkness there. The heat began to intensify between their bodies. She could smell him. The musky scent of his sweat blended with the damp, mossy smell of the room. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, her breasts smashing flat against his heavy chest. Amber reeled at the sensations. Her mind was losing the battle; held virtual hostage by the physical cravings of her own body, which now seemed to have a will of its own. Whatever fears Amber had of Raven melted away, as well as her dislike for the man lying on top of her.

"I've wanted you since that first day you walked in," Shane whispered. "So don't think I'm going to be gentle with you just because it's our first time."

He buried his face in her neck. Amber could feel the heat peeling off of him, mingling with her own body heat, making them sweat even more. All she could smell was sweat -- his and hers, intensifying, dizzying. Shane's hands wandered from her breasts to her thighs and back again, seemingly unable to stay still. Suddenly, he swept his briefs off, then plunged into her without warning. Amber drew a breath, her stomach dropped.

As the urgent need for release intensified within her, her defiant body rebelled against her will, quivering with desire and in anticipation of the delicious release which would follow. She moaned again and writhed beneath him. Her head lolled back as she gave in to the sensations. Shane picked up the tempo, his blood pumping furiously, his heart pounding. The impact of each thrust jarred her body like a rag doll. Amber was tittering on the brink. She clenched her teeth as another warm wave of pleasure spread from her loins, moving swiftly to engulf her. For what seemed like an eternity she hovered on the edge. With a final thrust, Shane buried his phallus deeply in her, she expected him to withdraw but he stayed embedded within her, finally tipping her over the edge. Amber cried out in frustration as the intense orgasm gripped her, racking her helpless body in spasms. Her walls convulsed around Shane's immense shaft, gripping it tightly until it throbbed and flooded her with semen.

After several long minutes, Shane removed his flaccid penis and got dressed. As her mind and body returned back to earth, Amber realized that she had just experienced (or suffered) the most intense orgasm in months, and felt mortified by how it occurred. Then Shane spoke up, giving Amber no chance for thought or reflection.

"It's time you and I understood each other," he said. "I can make your stay here a hell of a lot more easier . . . perhaps even arrange for your escape if the time is right."

For the first time, Amber had hope that she would get out of this place. She only nodded and listened carefully.

"I'll be coming back for a taste every now and then," he continued, "and all you have to, is keep your mouth shut. Not that I really care if you tell anyone. I'll just deny it. Then it'll be your word against mine. And who do you think they'll believe?"

"You," she answered obediently.

"That's right. And I'd hate to see Raven mark up that pretty little body of yours. So we'll just make this our little secret. Understood?"

Amber nodded.

"Smart girl."

"You said you could get me out of here?"

"We'll see," he zipped his pants. "It isn't easy getting someone out. It's not impossible either. That might sound like I'm bullshitting you, but the fact is, I'm the only chance you've got. So keep that in mind."

Amber nodded again as he loosened her bindings. She wouldn't have thought it possible that she could be even more repulsed by this man -- not just in the way he used her, but in how he treated her now. Shane considered her nothing more than a vessel, a means to his own end. He was not like Raven at all. Amber also knew he wasn't being truthful about letting her go, and that his visits to her room would most-likely bring nothing in return. But he was right about one thing. She had no choice in the matter.

"Now go clean yourself up."

Shane sat back on the cot and watched her as she went to the toilet. Amber wondered what would happen if Raven found out. Would they both be punished? She thought of saying something to Raven, but then quickly pushed the idea aside, fearing that it would only make her situation worse. When she was done at the sink, she moved silently back to the bed, glancing nervously at the camera above.

"I wouldn't worry about that," he grinned. "I'll just switch the tape with an older one. They'll never know the difference. Now come lie down, so I can strap you in."

Shane bent forward and planted a hard kiss on her forehead as he tightened the last restraint around her wrist.

"Remember," he said, "not a peep out of you."

Then he left.

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

Chapter 10: Lessons - Part Two

The following morning, Sonia came to Amber's quarters, and without a word, took her to one of the many small rooms that honeycombed the vast cellar. Waiting for them was a heavy, oak table with leather straps mounted on each corner.

"Lie down on the table," she ordered, "face down."

Amber allowed her wrists and ankles to be buckled in the straps until her body was stretched very tightly across the cold, hard surface. Seeing the leather strap hanging from a hook nearby, Amber knew what she was in for, but she was not prepared for what happened next.

Sonia reached under the table and turned a wheel crank. Gears clicked as the wheel turned, and the end of the table at Amber's feet slowly began to rise, lifting her with it. The straps kept her body stationary while the table continued its angle upward until it was almost upright at 75 degrees, with Amber now lying almost completely upside down.

Suddenly, and without warning, the air was split with a 'swish', followed by a searing blow across her buttocks. Then there was another, and another. Amber tried to remain still and not cry out, but Sonia was persistent in getting the reaction she wanted. She flailed on Amber's bare tush with a dozen strokes from the strap, then after pausing briefly, she laid on a dozen more. Soon, Amber was whimpering, her body twisting and squirming as much as the restraints allowed. Her flesh burned terribly; her head felt like it was going to explode as the blood rushed down from the rest of her body. She had hoped Sonia would be satisfied with the result by then, but her mistress seemed to be in a particularly foul mood that morning, and so the beating went on. Six more heavy strokes landed around and between her buttocks, and six to the backs of her upper thighs before the strap was finally hung back on the wall. Gasping for air now, Amber then felt Sonia's hands caress each burning cheek. Her soothing touch actually took away some of the sting. She then moaned as fingers probed deep into the furrow between them to massage her wet slit.

"My, you're quite the little bondage slut," she commented. "You're actually beginning enjoy all the abuse, aren't you?"

Amber didn't answer.

"Well you better get used to it. During the course of your training, we will begin each day with a whipping. On occasion, you will also be asked if you want more, and when that happens, what will your answer be?"

"'Yes', Mistress," she mumbled.

"That's good, but try to put a little more heart into it, dear. The proper response is, 'yes, Sir or Mistress, I would like you to whip me if it pleases you,' or words to that effect. It always sounds better when a slave asks for her punishment. Understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes Mistress, I understand."

"Good. Now let's get you cleaned up."

Sonia unbuckled the straps, then guided her to the showers where Shii Ann stood waiting with a towel and razor. One again, Amber had to stand in the stall with her arms shackled high above her head. The water was turned on and it immediately cooled the burning flesh suffered from the strap. She felt a soft brush as it started at her bound wrists and moved down her body, softly scrubbing every inch. No human touch was ever evident -- only the soft bristles working the soap into her body. The person controlling the brush did not even hesitate at either her breasts or her sex, instead, she was simply cleaned, quickly and without any deviation from the task. After she was rinsed thoroughly, her underarms and legs were shaved with the razor.

Amber would learn later that all slaves early in their training had their arms and legs shaved every morning, and their pubic area twice a week to keep them smooth. There were several reasons for the procedure. One was to maintain proper hygiene, especially if the slave had genital piercings. Second, the look was considered an aesthetically pleasing one, even on some of the men. But most importantly, having the privates shaved enforced a sense of vulnerability on the slave, and every day, served as a reminder of his or her total submission. In the later stages of training, some girls were allowed to grow their pubic hair back, and keep it trimmed closely, for those 'guests' that had a preference for it.

After the shower, Amber's body was quickly toweled off, then she was taken to her cell. For breakfast, they gave her a bowl of bland-tasting porridge that consisted of cold water and a grain they called Sa-Tarna, served with bread. Later that morning, house duties were assigned, and Amber had the unfortunate job of cleaning every bathroom in the house. Of course, she had to work in the nude, wearing only her leather collar which always stayed on, day or night.

The shower stalls in the dungeon were the most challenging to clean, since the tiles were so old and packed with grime and mildew. It seemed like they hadn’t been cleaned for ages. Worse yet, there were no windows for ventilation, so the fumes from the chemicals she was using lingered there in the shower stall with her, burning her nostrils, poisoning her lungs whenever she breathed them in. Twice she almost fainted from dizziness. The other bathrooms in the house were much easier to clean, only now, she had to be meticulous in her work, or else they would force her to do it all over again.

During her chores, Len, one of the handlers, had been assigned to keep watch. He was a gaunt, unattractive man with shifty eyes and unkept hair. In the real world, no woman would have anything to do with him, which was why he probably cherished his job more than anyone else. Every day, he was surrounded by beautiful female slaves, and occasionally, allowed to take one for himself for an hour whenever Raven was in a charitable mood.

He sat back in his chair and watched Amber intently as she got onto her hands and knees to scrub the floor tiles. She could almost feel his unblinking stares, and did her best to put the man out of her mind. In doing so, her thoughts turned to Shane and their encounter the night before.

Was it a rape or had she been seduced? Amber mused.

That was a question she found difficult to answer. The fact was, she still disliked Shane intensely, even more than the man staring at her from only a few feet away. But the act itself didn't seem to upset her at all. It felt strangely liberating to be under someone else's control, and whether it was Raven, or Sonia, or even Shane, made little difference. She remembered what Raven said the day before -- about pain and pleasure being one in the same, and loosening the bonds within one's self through the power of restraint. Amber knew, with a mild chagrin, that she was starting to understand what he meant. But was there really a submissive side to her, waiting to be discovered and released? Or was this all just a clever attempt to brainwash her into believing it? Regardless of which, Amber knew she was changing, and if even if she did find a way out of this place, her life would never be the same again.

After the last bathroom was cleaned, Sonia took charge again. She led Amber by her leash down the grand staircase to the first floor, then down a long dark hallway that seemed to branch off on its own from the rest of the house. The walls were only partially paneled here and the floor had just been carpeted.

"This is a new wing we are adding," Sonia told her. "As you can see, this whole area is still under construction, but when it's finished, we'll have six additional rooms on this level for our guests."

At the end of the hall, Sonia slid a built-in bookcase aside behind the wall panel to reveal a hidden door.

"This leads to the lower level," she continued, "each room down here will be designed with its own theme -- dungeons, interrogation rooms, all related to bondage and discipline, of course."

Amber stiffened in anticipation when she heard the key turning and the 'click!' of the deadlock as it disengaged. Down the narrow staircase they went to a dark corridor that ran parallel to the hallway above.

"As I've mentioned before, we have both male and female clients. Sometimes they are straight, sometimes gay, sometimes dominant, sometimes submissive, though we encourage only the dominant ones, since our girls are all trained to be submissive. We also categorize them as either "upstairs" or "downstairs" clients, depending on whether they want straight sex or something more elaborate, be it punishment, role-playing, or catering to some sort of fetish. These services allow potential buyers to 'sample' our girls, and at the same time, gives our advanced trainees some 'working' experience before they go to auction."

Sonia guided her into one of the rooms. Amber immediately noticed the mirrors that covered every wall from ceiling to floor, and even the ceiling itself. The pile on the new burgundy carpet was thick, and it felt rather coarse under her bare feet. She saw two pieces of furniture, a cabinet and table, but nothing else. On the table, were several pieces of rope, all coiled neatly and ready for use.

"Now, turn around and raise your arms high," Sonia ordered.

Amber did as she told and lifted her arms above her head. Instinctively, she then crossed her wrists so they could be tied together. As Sonia took a piece of medium-sized rope from the table, Amber was suddenly aware of how naked she was, her body freshly shaved in all the right places. She quivered with sheer excitement in knowing that, once again, yard after yard of course rope would be tightened against her flesh, until she was rendered completely immobile and helpless. Yes, she was going to make "a fantastic slave," Amber almost laughed to herself in recalling a comment Sonia had made during their first session.

She stood like a statue, her arms raised high, as Sonia wrapped the first length of rope around her torso in neat coils starting just below her breasts, down to the bottom of her ribcage. She winced each time the coils were tightened and adjusted, pushing them snug up against her breasts. These ropes felt much rougher than the ropes Raven used on her the day before.

"It burns a little doesn't it?" Sonia commented. "No doubt you know what hemp feels like by now, but I left these ropes a warm oven for an hour to give them an extra bite."

Sonia wrapped another length of rope in the same way around the upper curves of her breasts to her armpits, creating two coils of rope above and below her breasts. A smaller piece was looped around the bottom coils, then Sonia pulled the ends up between Amber's breasts, while twisting the two ends around each other two or three times before looping them around the upper coils. Finally, the remaining ends of the rope were run up over Amber's shoulders and tied off behind her back. This created a tight harness with the ropes squeezing into her breasts from top to bottom.

But Sonia wasn't finished yet. She grabbed two more shorter lengths of rope and looped one around the breast ropes under each armpit. She then pulled the loops as tight as she could, drawing the breast ropes together at the sides of Amber's body before tying the loops off. Now her breasts were completely enclosed on all sides with rope, and the tightness of the coils made them bulge outward from her slender form like a pair of ripe melons.

"Mmmmm very nice. Now bring your arms down and place your hands behind you palm to palm," Sonia ordered.

Amber could feel the ropes pressing up under her arms as she lowered them and offered Sonia the hands behind her back. Once again, more rope was looped and tightened around her tiny wrists, then cinched and knotted off where Amber's fingers could not reach them.

"You are going to love this!"

Sonia picked up another, longer piece of rope. She then doubled and looped the ends before wrapping them up Amber's arms, just above her elbows, pulling the rope ends through the loop. Carefully, Sonia adjusted the loop just above the elbows and began tightening the loop until her elbows were almost drawn together before wrapping the rope several times around her arms. Amber could not believe the way she was being tied up, and though Sonia had hardly begun, she already knew there would no getting out of this. As Sonia pulled the cinching tight, the ropes around Amber's arms also tightened, pulling her elbows together until they touched. Amber gasped in shock when she felt her elbows kiss each other.

"Oh my," Sonia sounded very impressed. "You're quite limber, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Amber whispered.

"That's good. You'll need that flexibility for what I have planned next."

Amber had no idea what she meant, but just hearing those words raised her level of excitement even higher. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror with utter fascination. The way her elbows were locked together dramatically altered her posture. Her arms and shoulders were pulled sharply back which forced her to stand much more erect than before, her round, captive tits thrust forward very enticingly.

"On your knees."

Sonia placed her hands on Amber's shoulders to steady her as she lowered herself down to one knee, then the other.

"Now remain still."

She threaded one end of a rope between Amber's bound elbows and breast ropes behind her back, then let both ends drop to the floor. Amber had a good idea what was coming next, and Sonia quickly confirmed her suspicions by passing the ends between her knees and threading them through the ropes around her breasts in front. Carefully, Sonia parted her labia and inserted the ropes between them before pulling them tight. Amber moaned and squirmed when she felt the ropes pressing hard against her crotch.

"I said, remain still."

Amber didn't move, but she continued to moan loudly. She couldn't help herself, she was so aroused. Sonia kept pulling in the slack, pushing the ropes deeper and deeper into her tender folds. After the ropes were stretched as tight as they would go, Sonia tied both ends to the breasts ropes.

"This is called a variable crotch rope," she said. "The more you struggle, the more it will rub on that hot little pus of yours -- not that you'll have any wiggle room left once I'm finished tying you up." She continued, "Now for your legs."

Amber waited nervously as Sonia leisurely selected and uncoiled three more long strands of rope.

"Just how much more rope was she planning to use?" she thought.

Swiftly and efficiently, Sonia bound Amber's legs together, tightening, cinching and knotting loops around the ankles, above and below the knees, and around her upper thighs. Amber stared at the bound image of herself in the mirror. Freedom was fast becoming a remote impossibility. It would be easier to reach the stars than to escape her bindings now.

Carefully, Sonia lowered her onto the carpet. In doing so, Amber felt the two crotch ropes began to shift inside her, eliciting another string of moans. Then as Amber lay helplessly prone on her side, Sonia grasped the ankle ropes and forced her legs backward, making them bend at the knees. She held Amber's feet with one hand, and passed another piece of rope around the wrist ropes, then around the ankle ropes two times.

"Now comes the fun part," she quipped.

Slowly, Sonia began pulling on the link rope, drawing Amber's ankles toward her wrists. Amber moaned again as Sonia kept up the steady pressure, forcing her to arch her body backward to accommodate the stress until her feet touched her outstretched fingers. Then swiftly, Sonia tied off the link rope to keep it in place.

"There, all trussed up nice and tight," Sonia spoke with great satisfaction and pride evident in her voice. "See if you can get loose."

Amber had no desire to put her own helplessness on display for the mistress, but she also realized it was only human nature to want to test her bonds, to see if escape was, in any way, possible at all. So she began to squirm on the floor and immediately felt the ropes tighten around her body, biting into the softer parts of her flesh. The sudden feeling of being constricted threw her into a panic. For a moment, she couldn't think straight, and reacted on instinct, like an animal caught in a snare.

Sonia sat back and watched in amusement while Amber bucked and strained against the ropes. She tried reaching for the knots, but they were well-positioned and just out of reach from her groping fingers. Then slowly it dawned upon Amber that the harder she struggled the more insistently the two crotch ropes rubbed into her smooth cleft. Her panic melted away as her mind began to focus on the growing warmth in her loins, brought on by the ropes. She felt them pressing against her clit as it swelled. It was driving her wild. She needed to cum so badly it hurt. Totally forgetting the immediate presence of her mistress, she began humping against the crotch ropes in a frenzy of total abandon. The pressure built and built inside her until she could no longer stand it, and then Amber climaxed in a titanic shuddering orgasm. She jerked convulsively against her restraints, then cried out loud while she came and came, leaving her drained and spent. As she slowly regained awareness of the world around her, she noticed Sonia staring at her in amazement. Acutely embarrassed, Amber blushed and turned her head away, defeat writ large on her beautiful face.

"That was quite a performance," Sonia finally commented, "I have to say, it even left me a little hot under the collar."

The panic began to set in again as Amber's mind cleared. Her muscles ached terribly now from her struggling. The orgasm seemed to drain all of her strength, and the ropes felt even more restrictive, if that was even possible.

"Well you've had your fun. Now you're going to learn just how a simple hogtie can turn a very pleasurable experience into a painful one after you've been left in this for a while."

"It's . . . it's too tight," Amber gasped.

"Nothing like your little rope session with Raven, is it?" There was a trace of spite in Sonia's cheerful tone. "Now I have just one more final touch to add before we're finished."

"God, what MORE could she do?" Amber thought to herself.

Sonia reached into the cabinet and pulled out a pair of concave-shaped chrome metal disks, measuring about the size of a silver dollar in diameter. She crouched down close to Amber, holding them in each hand so she could get a good look at them. Each disk had a small hole in the center and pointed outer edges that curved inward like claws.

"Do you know what these are?" She rolled the pointed objects between her fingers in a teasing display.

"No, Mistress."

"They're called nipple shields. Quite attractive aren't they? Though the name is somewhat misleading since the nipples themselves are exposed through these holes. Women generally wear them as jewelry because they give the nipples that constant, noticeable and ERECT look that men cannot resist. However, when adjusted correctly, they become a very effective tool for punishment.

Here . . . let me show you."

Amber held her breath while Sonia tweaked her nipples with a fingernail until they responded, then fitted a shield over each breast by forcing the hardened nipple through its open end.

"See this ringset around the opening? Turning it makes the hole contract about the base of the nipple in much the same way as a clamp, only the mechanism allows for very precise, controlled tuning as the pressure increases."

Slowly she tightened the rings, and Amber immediately felt the openings close in around her nipples.

"Mistress, please!" Amber begged. "Not there! Please take them off?"

"Are you telling me what to do?"

"No, Mistress."

"Then quit your babbling," Sonia ordered, "it'll only make it worse."

There was nothing Amber could do, but watch wide-eyed, as Sonia increased the tension on the clamps until she was satisfied they could not be pulled off. Then she tugged on them, and each time she did, Amber flinched.

"There," Sonia began massaging her breasts. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"They . . . they hurt."

"Well of course they hurt, dear. Why do you think I put them on?"

Sonia teasingly brushed her thumbs across both nipples. Amber let out a cry and bit her lip. Her swollen nubs were so sensitive now, that even the lightest touch of a finger felt like course sandpaper.

"Now to do something about that incessant moaning," and leaving Amber to squirm silently on the floor, Sonia went back to the cabinet and pulled out something made of leather, "This should so the trick."

It was a full-head leather hood, Amber saw, with no eyeholes, or even an opening for the mouth -- just a pair of nostril holes to breath through. It was laced in back, ensuring that her whole head would be encased within. Then Sonia showed her the inside.

"And here is something for you to suck on."

Amber drew in a breath when she saw what was stitched into the mask where the mouth was supposed to be. It was matte black and made of soft rubber, a little over three inches long and about half that in diameter, and realistically molded into the shape of man's penis.

"Now hon, you can't tell me that you've never had anything of a similar shape in that pretty mouth of yours?"

Without even waiting for an answer, Sonia gently but firmly fitted the penis-gag into her mouth, and then wrapped the leather hood around her head, checking that the nostrils were properly aligned with the two holes. Then she began to lace the back together, tightly, leaving only a space at the top for Amber's long chestnut hair.

"Any problems, slave girl?"

Amber shook her head gently. The rubber penis filled her mouth, stretching her cheeks, so much that she was forced to breath through her nose and the holes in the mask. The sharp-sweet scent of black leather was almost intoxicating each time she inhaled.

"I think we're all finished," Sonia announced.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMppppphhhhh!"

"I know, sweetheart. It's overwhelming isn't it? So much happening to your body all at once. So many feelings to deal with. Pain. Arousal. Anguish. Helplessness. And those pesky ropes -- they just seem to get tighter, don't they?" Sonia laughed. "Well you will certainly have a lot to think about while I'm gone."

Amber could vaguely make out the sound of Sonia's voice through the leather over her ears.

"I'll be back in little while to release you, so don't run away, hon. Chio!"

Then she heard the door slam shut. A heavy silence descended on the room. Amber was alone. Helpless and alone. The leather mask blocked out her sight completely, not even allowing a speck of light to come through, and the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of her own hollow breaths. Her whole universe seemed to shrink inward.

Lying motionless on her side, Amber tried to imagine how she must have appeared -- fully immobilized with her arms and legs bent sharply backward, wrists and ankles bound together, her normally attractive features contorted into a painfully tight living package of feminine helplessness. She could really feel the tightness of the ropes now; all-encompassing; consuming her very being. The nipple clamps only increased her torment as sharp twinges of pain flashed through her jutting breasts, and tied as she was, Amber could do nothing to relieve them.

How long would it be before Sonia came back to release her? Would it be minutes? Hours? The thought of being hog-tied for that long was unnerving, and yet at the same time, it excited her.

Dreamily, Amber strained against the unyielding ropes, relishing the way they tightened and loosened as she flexed her muscles. Sonia had certainly done an excellent job of tying her up! The knots were totally inaccessible and too tight for Amber to wriggle her way to freedom.

Minutes passed, and yet the pressure building in her shoulders, arms, legs and back made it feel as though she had been bound for hours. She was also becoming very aware of the rug beneath her, and how its stiff, upright fibers were pressing deeper into her delicate skin.

Amber began rocking back and forth, with the hope of rolling over to relieve that side of her body. She moaned and strained against the ropes, the course hemp biting into her naked flesh felt heavenly against her. Again and again, she rocked, and with some effort, she was able to roll onto her stomach, but in doing so, crushed her breasts into the carpet. Amber yelped as the clamps bore into her nipples. She managed to arch her back and keep her bound tits clear of the stiff carpet fibers, which was more than she could do for her pubic area -- her newly shaved, unprotected and fully aroused pussy, which was starting to send her some rather exciting signals.

It was easier to roll over to the other side from her stomach, but the whole effort left her drained and fatigued. Her body was sweating all over, and the heat inside her mask was stifling. Worse yet, she could feel another orgasm building. Just the slightest twitch and those wickedly devilish crotch ropes would start shifting, rubbing against her.

Amber knew there was no use in fighting the signals her body was sending, and it was certainly likely, there would be many more orgasms until Sonia came back to release her. With that in mind, she began to move her hips slowly, more rhythmically, then she laid her head back and waited for the fireworks . . .

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

My hands and heart were bound

Knots tied most tenderly,

Secured but not too tight

You worked so cleverly.

My legs were gently spread

As if in trance i didn't fight,

Though wrapped in ropes

You dashed my hopes

Of forgiving me this night.

"My Dream"

by AzulieVerde

www.literotica.com

Chapter 11: One Step Closer

Sonia had not been away for more than an hour, but when she got back, Amber was already in a world of her own and didn't even hear her arrival. She turned on the overhead light, quietly unpacked the digital camcorder, then proceeded to film the girl as she moaned and writhed helplessly on the carpet. Looking through the LCD somehow separated her from the experience, but she enjoyed zooming in on Amber's bound tits and watching the ropes in her crotch work their magic.

After getting the shots she wanted, Sonia placed the camcorder on a tri-pod and angled it downward to capture the girl's image on the LCD. She donned a small black mask that was just large enough to cover her eyes. She did this because the sessions were often filmed -- the recordings used to promote upcoming auctions or played back at social gatherings to entertain the guests; so as a precaution, she always tried to conceal her identity, in case one of them ended up in the wrong hands. Sonia moved in front of the camera and knelt down close to Amber, then sat back on her heels for a moment to admire her own handiwork.

Hogties were always exquisite, and on this flexible girl, it created a fantastic amount of arch on the body. The ropes were rubbing against her naked flesh in all the right places, her moans rising in pitch and length. The long dildo stitched inside her leather hood was also doing its job in keeping her mouth busy. It was an incredibly arousing sight, and Sonia felt her own body grow damp with admiration.

   

She reached forward and ran her hand up Amber's thigh, and with a shudder, the girl realized for the first time that she was not alone.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmphttt!" She drooled a muffled whimper past the dildo.

Her body felt very warm and slick with perspiration. Her reddened flesh was rubbed raw in some places by the carpet's rough fibers. Sonia placed her hand on the girl's head, now encased entirely in thick, black leather, with just a few breathing holes under the nose for air. The mask was like an oven, and there was always a danger of heat exhaustion at this stage, so the mistress knew she would have to work fast.

She began to massage the girl's breasts. The pressure of the ropes made them swell like a pair of ripe melons and turn slightly purple in color. Sonia lovingly ran her hands up and down the her bound limbs, then back to her breasts to massage them again, while being mindful not to touch the clamps on her nipples. She felt Amber begin to relax and respond to the gentle caresses.

Sonia was always intrigued with this part of the training -- the dichotomy between pain and pleasure. She had seen it many times. The body would be tense one moment, with every muscle screaming for relief from the tension of bondage. Then, as the mind learned to accept the pain, more pleasurable sensations would take over, and increase with intensity, until they finally culminate into a magnificent climax of the senses. After her orgasm, the bound submissive relaxes again, but only to feel the pain return again with a vengeance. This cycle could last for hours, so it was the trainer's responsibility to watch for breathing problems, circulation problems, and hyperventilation. 

Feeling a little sympathetic, Sonia carefully removed the clamps from Amber's breasts, and in doing so, heard a faint sigh of relief behind the hood. Leaving the nipples clamped for an extended period of time always made them painfully sensitive -- or perhaps the girl thought her ropes would come off next.

Sonia smiled at this, "Sorry, hon," she spoke to Amber in a sultry voice, "but I'm not quite through with you yet."

Fingers slithered up her torso and pinched one swollen nipple.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!" A cry answered -- an unintelligible sound of agony and ecstasy.

The girl was helpless, completely at her mercy, and at the moment, Sonia wasn't showing her any. Her finger nails scraped the peak of Amber's nipples again, making her body surge painfully against the ropes. Sonia, in turn, felt her own lust rising, incredibly exhilarated and empowered by her transformation of this innocent girl into a sexual plaything, hers to do with as she pleased. She ran her hands along the crotch ropes, then gently pulled them aside. A gasp exploded from Amber's nose as Sonia's fingers slid over her swollen nether lips and into her sex, gliding easily over the wet, glistening flesh. Amber whined and struggled again with her ropes. Sonia could almost feel the devastating arousal shooting through the girl's body and her inability to move only seemed to triple the intensity of the stimulation being forced on her. Sonia's thumb found her clit and as she rubbed the hard, protruding nub, Amber gave a deep groan of despairing pleasure, then her body signaled its surrender with tiny forward jerks of her pelvis, as if to impale itself on Sonia's probing fingers.

"Not yet, hon. Not yet," and to Amber's disappointment, she removed her hand.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHH!"

Sonia waited and listened until her breathing slowed, then resumed the stimulation of her clit, once more bringing Amber to the brink of orgasm, only to deny her again by taking her hand away. She did this two more times. By then, the poor little wretch was desperate. Sonia could hear her murmuring in the mask, her mouth moving around the leather dildo and trying to form words. It was time.

"Are you asking me to finish you, dear?"

She nodded her head 'yes'.

"Then go on," Sonia whispered, "show me how good it feels and cum for your mistress." Sonia began rubbing Amber's clit again, while squeezing her breasts with the other hand.

This time it didn't take long for Amber to reach the climax she had been begging for. Her moans melted into a sort humming purr behind the mask, then grew louder as the long-awaited orgasm rumbled through her body like an earthquake,

"Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmppppppphhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmmph"

She jerked and shuddered against the ropes; fresh sweat glistened off her breasts, arms and thighs, and the moan in her voice jagged almost into a squeal. Sonia waited patiently for the orgasm to subside. She waited for the reality of bondage to sink into the girl's consciousness. In a matter of minutes, Amber was sobbing again, her normally attractive features contorted with strain and anguish as her muscles screamed in pain, and the harshly tied ropes tore at her ankles and wrists.

"We're done for now," Sonia advised her, "but for now on, you will not cum unless given permission to do so. You will not masturbate, or even touch your breasts for your own pleasure. Understood?"

Amber nodded again, without hesitation. She panted gently as Sonia removed the restraints. The hood came off first and the intrusive dildo pulled from her mouth. She gasped when she saw the camcorder, but said nothing. It took several minutes for Amber to stand on her feet in her weakened condition, but Sonia was patient with her. Together they made their way through the house and back down the steps to the cellar. By then, her legs were losing their rubbery quality and she was able to walk on her own.

"I'll have some water and food brought in for you," Sonia fastened her chain leash to the wall, "then I suggest you get some rest."

"Yes, Mistress," Amber whispered meekly, then she laid back on her cot. Within minutes after Sonia locked her cell door, she was already fast asleep.

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As Sonia emerged from the cellar, she met Raven who had been waiting for her at the bottom of the staircase in the foyer.

"So how is she doing?"

"Quite well, her behavioral training is progressing faster than we expected. Physically, she already has the stamina, even for the more advanced Japanese techniques."

"Very good," Raven seemed very pleased to hear this, rope bondage being his personal favorite.

Sonia continued with her assessment, "As for sexual readiness, I think she's a little too narrow in front, so tonight I will work on stretching her a bit. One session should do it. The other end though needs more work, so I would like your permission to have her wear a plug for the next twenty-four hours."

"Not too much, mind you," Raven cautioned her, "most of our male client's prefer a tighter drum than a loose one."

"So I've heard," Sonia turned to the staircase.

"One more thing," he called to her, "Beginning tomorrow, I want you to double your efforts in completing Livia's training. Mr. Quinn has taken an interest in her, and has agreed to accepting her in exchange for Jerri. Of course, this will take up much of your time, so I'll handle Amber's training until you're finished."

"Are you sure it would be wise to switch trainers so early in the process?"

"I'm more concerned about Livia. If she turns out to be as disagreeable as Jerri was, then we'll lose one of our best clients. I want you to handle this one personally."

Sonia felt the heat inside her build once again. She knew Raven was using Livia as an excuse to take Amber for himself, and if there was any damage to her behavior as a result, then it would be up to her to pick up the pieces and complete the training. She could see it coming, just as it happened with Jerri, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Yes sir," she fought to hide her anger. "Do you still want me handle the session tonight?"

"Yes, and I believe she is scheduled for a whipping in the morning. Make that your last session, and I'll take over from then on. Mr. Santos will be our guest tomorrow evening. He's been asking about the girl, so I'm thinking of assigning her to him."

Carlo Santos was one of the men that attended Raven's first session with Amber. Sonia knew Raven was pushing to get all of the girls ready for their next auction, but to pair up a new slave with a guest so early in her training would be a mistake in her opinion, and as the new head trainer, she felt obligated to say something about it.

"I don't think she's quite ready to entertain clients, yet," Sonia chose her words carefully. "Perhaps you should find some one else for Mr. Santos this time, and maybe have the girl watch."

Raven paused a moment, as if he were considering the problem carefully. Sonia also noticed his eyes grow darker with displeasure over her comment.

"I'll take it under advisement," he finally answered, "and remember, don't loosen her too much."

"Whatever you say," Sonia turned and climbed the stairs. "You're a better judge than I."

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Slowly, Amber sat up on her cot and swung her legs to the side, resting her feet on the cold floor. She had no idea how long she had slept; no knowledge of if it was night or day in her windowless cell. Her wrists were cuffed with a twelve inch chain fastened between them. Another chain ran from the back of her collar to the wall next to her, but at least she had some freedom to move around the room. Rolling her head gently from side to side, she tried to work the kinks out of her neck. The links of chain from her collar were dangling beside her now, and the tinkling sounded very erotic to her ears. Looking down, Amber could still see traces of rope marks left on her smooth almond skin. They formed zebra-like patterns on her legs, wrists and ankles, and around her breasts.

She raised her arms high and began to stretch, twisting her upper body from side to side. Groans came easy to her lips, softly escaping. Damn! She hadn't felt this worked over since . . . when? She bent at her waist and reached out with her fingers as far as she could, slowly stretching out the muscles in her back, then gazed about the room. A large moth fluttered around the bare bulb that burned above, and landed on the sink. The door, of course, was locked, dashing any brief hopes of escape.

Amber stood up and slowly spread her legs. The muscles of her thighs and calves protested silently as she bent over, running her hands slowly down the backs of her legs, massaging her hamstrings. If nothing else, she knew that she needed to prepare her body for whatever came next. She slowly stood upright, her hands going up over her head, her fingers reaching for the ceiling. Her eyes darted up to the camera over the door. Amber knew someone was watching her, but she didn't care anymore. After all, what was there about her that everybody hadn't already seen? She locked her fingers together and bent backwards, very slowly, pushing her breasts forward. More moans flowed softly from her lips as her body tried to relieve the tensions that her oh-so-strict bondage had caused. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. The memory of being hogtied was still fresh in her mind, she could still feel the ropes around her, in fact. Sonia had tied her up so expertly, so completely. Amber started to lubricate again just thinking about it. She shook her head in dismay with herself and went to the sink. After splashing cold water on her face, she used the toilet then returned to her bed.

Suddenly she heard the dead bolt slide and the door opened. Monique entered the room. Without a word, she set a covered tray on the bed and left, locking the door behind her. While she had barely been able to choke down lunch, Amber attacked the broiled scallops like she had not eaten for a week.

Another hour had passed before the door opened again. This time it was Shane.

"On your feet," he ordered.

Amber felt herself turn pale as he unhooked her collar from the chain. He said nothing else until they were out of the room and away from the camera. His mood seemed more serious than usual.

"So have you kept our secret?"

"Yes, Sir." 

"Good," his voice sounded relieved, "I heard you had a rough session with Sonia today. I think I can get her to ease up a bit next time, then I'll see about getting you out of here. All you have to do is keep her mouth shut. Understood?"

Amber only nodded. She knew Shane had no intention of talking to Sonia, and that last night's visit would not be the last, but she had no choice other than to let the man have his way and hope he would quickly grow tired of her.

Once again, she was taken to the shower stalls, where Monique was waiting with soap and sponge in hand. Hours of sweat were washed and rinsed away, then her body was quickly toweled off and rubbed down with scented oil. Shane seemed to take pleasure in watching Monique work the oil into her skin while Amber stood like a statue with her arms shackled high above her head. She was then released, only to have her wrists locked to her sides by use of a thick leather belt fastened around her waist.

When Monique was finished, she turned to Shane, though dared not look him in the eyes. 

"Mistress Sonia said I am to bring the girl myself, Sir," she whispered to him tentatively.

"Of course she did," Shane grunted his displeasure, "then I guess you better get to it." He then turned to Amber, "I'll see YOU later," he said with a grin before leaving the room. It was a bold move with Monique standing there, but Amber wondered if the other slaves had suffered the same fate with Shane, and like herself, were cowed into keeping their own secret about the handler and his night time 'visits.' Monique gave no indication of this, of course, but merely guided Amber quietly out the shower room and down the hall. It was then, Amber took notice of her dress - a long piece of cloth made of silk, draped over one shoulder and belted loosely around the hips with a gold cord. The cloth was so sheer that one could see the faint outline of her body underneath even in the dim torchlight, which was more Amber could claim for herself. With the exception of her restraints and collar, she was completely naked, and had been for the most part since her abduction.

As they moved down the hall, she became aware of a low murmuring sound that seemed to be coming from an open doorway ahead of them. Amber felt her heart beat faster. Someone was obviously in a great deal of pain. The noises grew louder as they reached the doorway, then her eyes followed the sounds into a darkened room, where torches flickered warm light off the pale form of a woman suspended almost six feet in the air. It was Marin. Her long dark hair snaked in wet strands against her face, almost covering it completely, but there was no mistaking who it was. Her wrists and ankles had been cuffed together behind her, then fastened to a hook above, forcing the rest of her body to bend backward like a bow. The hook was on the end of some stout-looking sash cord that ran through a pulley fastened to an exposed beam, then down to a small hand wench bolted into the wall. Amber shuddered at the makeshift way the system had been installed, and as if that were not tough enough for Marin, a long piece of hemp rope had also been looped several times around her narrow waist with a 40 lbs. dumbbell weight tied to the other end, pulling her taut belly downward and forcing her body into an even deeper arch.  

Marin had the figure of a ballet dancer - thin, supple, almost swan-like, and even though dancers were extremely athletic, Amber could tell she was in a great deal of pain. Every muscle, every tendon in her arms, legs, and thighs seemed to pop through her skin as they bore the full weight of her suspension. She looked a deathly pale too, almost achromatic against the dark stone masonry. Only her nipples showed any color as they stood out pink and pebbled from the rest of her frail body.

Then Tony, one of the handlers, appeared from behind the door frame. In his hand was a flogger with a studded handle and long leather strands. Marin hung there, slowly revolving in the torch light. Her bald pubis was extraordinarily vulnerable with her legs drawn so high up behind her. Without warning, Tony swung the flogger and struck her against the thigh. Marin screamed. Her body jerked on the cord, causing it to sway and turn in mid-air. He didn't wait for her screams to subside though, but struck her again and again. Each blow left an angry red mark against her white flesh. He struck her eight times with the flogger, then stopped, but only to turn the handle on her and use it as a dildo. He teased her at first by rubbing the chrome tip against her folds until she was well-lubricated, then pushed it all the way in.

"Mnnh! Mnnh! Mnnh! Mnnh!" came her moans. A stream of drool fell from her gagged mouth.

Amber stood entranced, unable to turn her eyes away from the spectacle, then she heard Tony's voice,

"Like to give it a try?"

He was looking at her now. Talking to her! Amber stared back at him, wide-eyed, then at Marin, before taking a step backward. The stocky dark haired Italian laughed at her, then spun Marin around and began whipping her small breasts with the flogger.

"We should go," Monique finally said. Amber breathed a sigh of relief as they turned away, and together they continued down the hall, leaving Marin and the sounds of her muffled cries behind them.

They entered the another room, this one brightly lit with candelabras sitting around a large oak table. Sonia stood waiting with Shii Ann and Livia standing at attention to either side of her. The scene was like something out of a Bram Stoker novel. Both slaves were clad in the same type of revealing garment Monique was wearing. Only Sonia was fully clothed in a white blouse, black pants and spiky boots.

"Sit on the edge of this table," she ordered, "right here."

Reluctantly, Amber stepped forward to the spot where she was pointing, while Shii Ann and Livia took their positions at either end of the table. Black leather straps were fastened to all four corners, and four more in the middle. She stared nervously at them as Monique removed the belt and cuffs from her waist. There was no question now as to what would happen next. Monique guided her to the table and motioned her to sit down. She could feel the cold, rough surface underneath her as she sat in the table's edge.

"Now scoot your pretty ass back, sweetheart, and lie down for me," Sonia told her.

It was then, Amber noticed the camcorder for the first time, sitting on its tripod and pointed directly at her. Suddenly, the mistress grabbed Amber's leash and gave it a sharp jerk, forcing her to fall backward on her elbows.

"When I give an order I expect you to follow it, understood?" Sonia scolded her. "Now lie down."

Amber didn't hesitate this time, and immediately the other girls took hold of her wrists and ankles, then pulled them to the corners of the table.

"Stretch her limbs tight," Sonia advised, "I don't want them flopping around."

The girls tugged and pulled, then secured her the table so her body would remain stretched tight. The other straps were fastened to her mid-section -- above and below her breasts, and around each thigh. The candles flickered, casting a warm glow on her skin, now glistening with scented oil.

Amber knew she was the centerpiece of some bizarre ritual that was about to take place. She watched helplessly as Monique took the camcorder from the tripod and circled the table slowly so that every naked curve would be recorded from all angles. She wondered what the tapes were used for. Would they be kept for themselves? Or, would they be shared with others at some social gathering. Amber thought Raven had said something once about posting images of her on the Internet, but so much had happened since then, she couldn't be sure anymore. If it were true, then what was about to happen could be seen by virtually anyone with access to a computer and modem. Amber imagined she must have made quite a sight, and couldn't help wondering how many men would soon be jacking off to the image of her bound, naked and spread. The thought should have devastating her, but at this point, after all that had happened to her thus far, she just felt numb.

Sonia turned to Shii Ann and Livia, and nodded

Suddenly, the slaves descended upon Amber, and smothered the palms of her hands with wet, open kisses. Their mouths trailed up her arms where her armpits lay stretched and waiting. Amber drew in a hot breath, then a sigh as their tongues swirled eagerly around her moist hollows. Meanwhile, Monique had taken her place at the foot of the table and began messaging her inner thighs, tracing first around, then over the low hill of her shaved mons to her labia. Sonia took control of the camcorder and filmed the whole episode. Shii Ann's kissing turned to Amber's breasts, and Livia immediately followed suit. They lapped and suckled her nipples until they responded. Out came a procession of low, sharp inhalations from Amber, each one escaping despite her very best efforts.

Monique also joined in the kissing. Her long blonde hair spilled over Amber's open thighs as she lowered her head to explore the smooth furrow that had once been covered with hair. Her outer lips began to recede, exposing the pearl of her womanhood. Monique immediately turned her attention to it and slithered her wet, snake-like tongue around the tender nub, using slow, rhythmic motions until Amber's sex was well-lubricated and ready to be explored.

Shii Ann and Livia continued their assault on her upper body. Their wet tongues traveled down her ribs and across her belly, then back up to the breasts, leaving a trail of saliva in their wake. Amber drew hot breaths and moans in approval. For a moment, she had forgotten where she was and what was happening around her, her mind focused completely inward . . .

"Enough," Sonia snapped her fingers. The three slaves immediately backed away, much to Amber's disappointment. "Now leave us."

Monique and the other girls filed out of the room, leaving Amber and Sonia alone together. The camera had been placed back on the tripod, but the red 'record' light was still on. Without saying another word, Sonia walked over to a closet and pulled out a long metallic case that measured about 12 in. x 36 in. in length. She set the box on the table between Amber's legs. Amber lifted her head off the table, her eyes widened in horror when the top of the case was lifted to reveal what was inside.

"Oh, p-please . . . God no . . ." her voice stammered with the realization of what was about to happen to her.

The steel rod was attached to a motor at one end, and on the other, pointed directly at her, was a long vibrator, made of soft black rubber and molded into the shape of a man's penis. It measured an alarming 12 inches in length and at least 2 inches in diameter, its shaft was deeply ribbed and already lubricated.

"This is a fucking machine, or as we like to call it, The Penetrator. It is powered by a 4.5 amp motor, and it can pump as fast as 80 rmp's. The shaft is made of durable steel pipe and can accommodate several attachment sizes, depending on what you want, whether it be for pleasure or discipline. Tonight we're going to use the 12 inch attachment, and adjust the stroke to 40 rmp's to widen that pretty hole of yours."

Sonia positioned the machine carefully, with the cock head about 2 inches away from Amber's vagina. She then lined up the four holes at the base of the motor housing with two rows of threaded holes in the table and ratcheted it down with loose bolts that were inside the case.

"You may feel some discomfort with this at first," Sonia consoled her, "but it's well-lubed so there won't be any physical damage to your reproductive organs."

She flipped a switch and the motor hummed steadily as the wheels and cranks began to turn, pushing the vibrating rod forward to within about an inch touching Amber, and then back. Sweat broke out on her forehead, in her armpits and thighs with anticipation of what was about to happen to her. Despite her twisting and squirming, she could not evade the penis-shaped rod as it slowly crept closer and closer to her spayed lips with each rotation.

Meanwhile, Sonia was busy with the camcorder. She zoomed in on Amber to record her facial expressions, then panned down to the machine as it inched its way closer. Amber whimpered as she felt the vibrating head press against her only briefly before retreating again; the next rotation actually penetrated her.

"Try to relax, hon, it's best if you don't fight it."

The pressure was intense due to its size. At first, Amber tried to clench her thigh muscles to keep the intruder out, but that only made it more painful. Her only choice was to take Sonia's advice and relax her body. Again and again the rubber cock teased her with each rotation. One inch, and Amber moaned. Two inches, she moaned even louder and began to move her hips around it. Despite her attempt to accommodate the intruder, it was still very painful. She pulled on the restraints, but they held firm in keeping her limbs stretched on the table while the monstrous device probed deeper and deeper into her vaginal passage. Feelings of pain, pleasure, degradation, and wanting flooded her mind.

"By the way, dear, you ARE permitted to cum as much as you like," Sonia told her. "Consider it a parting gift from me to you."

Amber didn't even hear the last comment. The monster cock moved six inches, then seven, deeper than she has ever felt before. At eight inches it stopped advancing, but continued to move back and forth inside her, stretching the walls of her vagina and stimulating every nerve ending. Then suddenly, it hit her, like a tidal wave crashing onto the beach. Amber screamed as a painful climax swept throughout her body.

Sonia placed the camcorder back on the tripod, then shut it off. She had no intention of filming what was about to happen next. Amber was already well-into her second orgasm while she removed her clothes, leaving only her spiky boots. She slowly climbed onto the table. When Amber opened her eyes, she saw Sonia looking down at her, the mistress's fiery red hair almost touching her face.

"You've had yours," she whispered, "now it's my turn."

Amber licked her dry lips and tried to speak, buy before she could, Sonia kissed her.

"Fair's fair," she murmured, and her long serpent-like tongue slipped into Amber's mouth. Sonia lowered herself on Amber's body, so together, they could enjoy the machine's thrusting movements. Amber could feel Sonia's breasts pressed against her breasts, her warm belly against hers. Again, they kissed. Sonia began rocking her body forward, rubbing her neatly shaved bush against Amber's smooth cleft. Amber tilted her head back and moaned. Sonia kissed her neck. As Amber enjoyed her third climax, Sonia shifted her body downward, just enough, so she could feel the moving machine cock against her, then raised her body up until she was straddle it. Amber watched as Sonia through her head back and moaned. Her body tensed, shuttered, then relaxed.

Sonia fell back on Amber, and together, the two women enjoyed the warmth of each other's bodies for a moment or two, then Sonia climbed off, and it was business as usual.

The machine was removed and carefully put away. As Sonia got dressed, she said nothing to Amber. Monique was then summoned back into the room.

"You will be taken back to your cell now, but as you sleep tonight, you will wearing this . . ."

Sonia held up a leather belt with a strap underneath for the crotch. Fastened to the strap, was an black rubber shaft simulating an erect penis, which was obviously designed to be inserted behind and held in place with the belt.

"This little device is designed to stretch that little hole in your back end," Sonia told her. "One night quartered like this should be sufficient in stretching you; in the morning it will be removed. Then we'll go through the same process every week or so, to make certain you remain that way."

So Amber was forced to lie prone on the table, while Monique fastened belt around her lower body.

"Consider yourself lucky," Sonia told her. "Some of the girls that come through here have to wear the belt for days at a time, even while working on the grounds where everyone can see them."

The belt was tightened around the hips and up through the crease of her buttocks so that the internal muscles inside her could not expel the dildo. A leather front covered her completely so as to prevent anyone from penetrating her.

Amber lay awake for quite some time, after she was taken back to her cell. The dildo felt uncomfortable inside her, and with her arms and legs strapped to her bed, there was no way she could take the belt off, if she dared to. She wondered if Shane would make good of his threat and pay her a visit, in spite of the belt, but he never showed. Hours seemed to pass before she finally drifted off to sleep . . .

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"Get up, Amber, GET UP!"

Amber's eyes popped open. That was Rob's voice. It sounded faint, almost far off, but there was no mistaking who it was. Rob had finally come to save her!

"Get up," he repeated. "For cryin' out loud, girl, show a little respect for yourself . . . and put some clothes on."

She tried to do as he said and get up, but something was holding her down. Of course! She had forgotten she was tied to the bed. Or was she? Looking around Amber knew something was wrong. Someone had hogtied her, and she wasn't in her cell  anymore, but lying in a clearing, surrounded by a thick forest of tall trees.

"Rob!" She cried out.

There was no sign of him.

"Rob, come untie me, PLEASE!"

Again, no answer.

The insects of the forest began to stir with the sound of her voice. All around her, the vegetation was very thick and lush, and somewhere above, the sun shown brightly, but its warm rays could not penetrate the trees, leaving everything below shrouded in darkness. Her body felt cold and clammy. The wet leaves that carpeted the ground smelled of rot and decay. Amber tried to move again, but it was no use. This hogtie was not as painful as the one Sonia had her in the day before, but it was still tight enough to keep her from moving. She could feel the ropes criss-crossing her body, around her breasts, her arms and legs, and pulling tightly up between her thighs. It felt nice, having them pressed up against her like that.

"Amber, honey, please get up!"

"M-mother?" Amber cried out to the forest. Suddenly she felt very ashamed.

"Amber how could you do this to yourself?"

"Mom . . . it's not my fault," Amber pleaded with the voice of a little girl. "They made me do it!"

"I'm sorry hon, but your father will have to know about this."

"Mom . . . MOTHER," she begged. "Please don't tell dad! He'll FREAK!"

Suddenly she felt something cold and wet grab her arm from under the leaves. The ground turned soft, like quicksand. All around her, the trees came to life, their roots reaching out to pull her under.

"Oh, Mother . . . please! Don't let them take me!"

"Why shouldn't I? You seem to like this place," her mother's voice started to change into something else. Something familiar. "If you really wanted to leave, then you should have told them, but you didn't because you know you belong here."

The slimy tree roots were all around her, and tightening their grip. Amber felt her body sinking.

"MOM! I can't breath . . ."

"Serves you right, dear . . ."

Her mother was no longer there now.

"Serves you right for being such a naughty little girl!"

Then Amber recognized the new voice as it laughed. It was Sonia.

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Amber awoke with start. Looking around the room, she drew a sigh of relief. She was still lying in her cell. Safe and sound.

"Just another dream," she thought, "and a pretty bad one at that."

She laid her head back and stared at the ceiling,

"But what kind of nightmare did I wake up into?"

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

Chapter 12: A Day in Her New Life

"There," Sonia nodded with approval, "that should keep you loose enough for now, at least until you're sold."

Just as she had promised, the chastity belt was removed that morning, freeing the opening in Amber's tail end from the intrusive dildo. Being a virgin when it came to anal sex, she couldn't imagine anyone, man or woman, wanting to do such a thing. On the other hand, she couldn't deny how turned on she was after sleeping with the shape of a man's erect penis inside her all night.

Before her meal, Amber was taken to another room to be flogged. Sonia instructed her to kneel down with her elbows on the floor and her legs spread apart. Immediately, she felt the leather strands snake through her legs and snap violently against her exposed clit, jolting her nervous system to full alert. The lashes continued to explore that part of her anatomy in painful fashion. Amber did her best to bare the flogging silently, but the intensity of sensations and emotions became almost too much for her, building gradually to an explosive climax.

It was then, Sonia reversed the flogger in her hand and rubbed her swollen labia with the studded handle. Amber moaned softly, but she never broke her position.

"Does this excite you, slave?"

Amber nodded her head, "Yes, Mistress."

"And are to ready to cum for me?"

Yes, Mistress."

"Very good. You may cum for me then," Sonia told her, "and show me how good it feels to be whipped and fucked with same instrument."

She pushed the handle into her, and in turn, Amber had her climax and showed her gratitude with her gyrations and breathless moans, then finally a 'thank you, Mistress' when it was all over.

After her morning meal, Amber was taken to the showers, then to another room where Sonia continued to instruct her on proper slave etiquette:

1. A slave never speaks to anyone unless given permission to do so.

2. Slaves are not allowed to speak among themselves, whether alone or in the company of others, unless it is necessary for one to instruct the other on a specific task.

3. A slave must always address her owner or trainer as Master or Mistress. All other persons, guests, buyers, handlers, etc. must be addressed as Sir, Ma'am or Madam.

4. When given the order to "Present", the slave immediately must kneel in 'karta' position (hands and knees), then press her forehead to the floor, letting her hair spread out, her buttocks raised high in the air, and arms reaching forward with palms facing down.

There were other positions she had to remember also:

"Nadu - slave kneels to the floor, thighs parted, chest out, head up, eyes lowered, hands on the thighs, palms up . . .

"Bara - slave lays on her belly, forehead to the floor, wrists crossed behind her back and ankles crossed to make them assessable for binding . . .

"Collar - kneels at the Master's feet, body leans back, head back, arms raised, wrists crossed above the head, again for binding . . .

"Sula - lays on her back, hands extended from the sides, palms up, legs open . . .

"Whipping - slave kneels with wrists crossed underneath, head touching the floor, exposing the bow of her back for punishment . . ."

Amber never realized there were so many positions, but eventually, Sonia told her, she would learn them all quickly enough, and more importantly, to respond without hesitation, else suffer the whip, or worse.

Later that morning, all of the slave girls, including Amber, were sent outside to work on the grounds. It was rumored that Dark Oak Manor would be hosting a party for a dozen or so prospective buyers, and they had a week to "tidy-up" the place inside and out. 

Leaves were raked, the grass was cut, and hedges trimmed. Everyone worked in silence, but they were in good spirits in feeling the warm sun on their backs again after four days of gray skies and rain. Each girl was given a work tunic to wear, even the newcomers like Amber, who as a rule, had not earned the right to wear clothing yet, but on this day there would be an exception. The tunic was called a Ta-Teera, or "slave rag", which was really nothing more than a scrap of rep cloth with a hole in its center to be pulled over the head. It was sleeveless, without sides and quite brief with tears here and there to expose even more of the flesh underneath. A length of cord was tied about the waist to mold the tunic to the slave's body and enhance her curves. The cord could also be removed easily for binding.

Since Amber and Livia were the most recent arrivals, they had been given the

unpleasant and difficult task of cleaning out the stables.

"All slaves here are fully trained in both pleasure and work," Sonia told them, "so they may serve their new owners in all capacities, that includes tending to the horses and racking out the stalls if necessary."

Len was in charge of the stables and went over their chores -- rake out the stalls, and replace them with new hay, refill the water troughs, etc. He then left the girls alone to do their work.

Now the weather outside was a mild 78 degrees, but it was at least ten degrees warmer in the stable, and it didn't take long before they were sweating profusely in their tunics. In spite of the heat, Livia seemed very upbeat in being allowed to work without a chaperone, and was especially chatty as they raked out the stalls. Amber too, was enjoying the company after being isolated for so long. She hadn't realized until then, just how much she missed the idle chit-chat she used to have with her friends over lunch or on the phone. She grew to like Livia immensely, but wondered if the woman had forgotten about the "no talking" rule, and twice warned her quietly about this.

"It's OK," she said, "there are no cameras in here." Nonetheless, Amber listened politely, but kept her mouth shut, just in case.

Livia was from Munich, Germany, she told Amber (her accent gave this away immediately). She spoke much about her "past life” – how she moved to New York to become a model, but found more lucrative opportunities working as an exotic dancer for a high-end strip club called The Diamond Cabaret. She seemed especially proud that Sonia was having her trained to be a Gorean dancer, "which is a hundred times more exciting to watch than any dancing I did in the club."

Amber listened quietly, while admiring how the loose-fitting tunic shifted around her companion's body as she worked. Livia was clearly the most exotic-looking of all the girls she had seen so far. She had a prominent nose, high cheekbones, full lips, and a unique set of large captivating green eyes. Her 5'7" body was sleek and leggy, and the day Amber had first seen her in the nude, she immediately noticed her navel piercing and the spiky tribal tattoo stretched across the left side of her lower pelvis. Whatever a Gorean dancer was, Livia seemed to fit the role perfectly.

She explained to Amber it was the dancers that usually brought in higher prices at the auctions. She described the beauty of Gorean dance, of its sensuousness, and how the woman appeared; the moving of the hips, the belly, indeed the entire body; movements reminiscent of love and need. Whether clothed or unclothed, it could be very exciting, for the viewer and dancer both.

"I once had a private session with Master Raven. Never before had I felt so turned on when dancing until I performed the Gorean for him, and I could see he was feeling it too. For the first time it seemed like I was in control, and that I had the power to drive any man with mad desire just by dancing for them."

"You almost make it sound poetic," Amber commented briefly.

"I actually DO write poems," Livia said proudly. I always have, since I was a girl. Master Raven wants me to write one about my experiences here after my training is complete, and when I do, I think I'll write about my dancing. He loves poetry, did you know that?"

Amber shook her head no. She wanted to ask Livia what happened after her dance with Raven, but before she could, Len returned to check on their progress. He remained there in the livery with them while they finished their chores in silence, his dark, weasel eyes staring intently. Twice, Amber looked down at the scrap of rag she wore, outrageously brief, so scandalous, so shameful, fit only for a slave girl. Even when compared to the likes of the man staring at her, she would be looked down upon, as something to merely gawk at, or abuse.

After finishing the livery, Amber and Livia were sent back to the house where Raven was waiting the them, sitting on the porch, in a white wicker chair with a glass of chardonnay in his hand.

"Livia," he ordered, "come here and Present."

Livia quickly approached him and knelt down before his feet, then bent over and stretched her arms in front of her. In doing so, the seam in her tunic opened, baring her flanks, yet she made no effort to cover herself.

"Where you talking to Amber in the livery this morning?"

"Yes Master."

"And were you given permission to talk?"

"No Master, I was not."

"There will be punishment for that later," he said, "now go back to your cell."

"Yes Master, thank you, Sir."

Amber was not amazed to see how deathly pale Livia looked as she turned to enter the house. She knew that any punishment from Raven was not to be taken lightly. He turned his attention to Amber and sat back in his chair, but he said nothing, as if contemplating what to do with her. Amber met his gaze for what seemed to be an endless time until she remembered it was forbidden to look at anyone above the belt, especially Raven. She quickly dropped her gaze and closed her eyes tight, but it was too late. Then she heard him laugh,

"It appears there is a lot of work yet to be done with you," he said in a sinister tone. "Perhaps we should begin right now."

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Inside the house, Sonia poured herself a drink at the bar. She knew Raven was speaking to Amber and Livia outside, and being the head trainer, she should have been with him, but she really wanted no part of it. She was still angry with him for taking Amber away from her, then saddling her with the nearly impossible task of finishing Livia's training within the span of a week to meet some deadline he had promised a client.

But that wasn’t the only reason Sonia was angry. Since the first night Amber arrived, Raven hadn’t so much as touched her, and mostly likely would not again now that his attentions were directed to the girl. Sonia hated him for treating her like some throw-away toy, and hated herself even more for allowing it to happen. In spite of her anger though, she still longed for him.

Sonia knew their affair was unhealthy and dangerous. The Organization, as it was called, never tolerated such behavior. In her twenty years of working for them, she recalled stories about love triangles that existed between the master, mistress and a slave, and those relationships always lead to the most destructive behavior among the three. In one case, the madam became insanely jealous of the slave/lover and killed her outright. Events like this made the Board of Directors very nervous.

Of course, Sonia would never do something as stupid and irrational as that, but she could feel the grip on her own emotions loosening. What she needed was to get away from Raven, or perhaps leave Dark Oak Manor for good and go back to working in the field. She enjoyed being a free agent and her own boss, but she also knew that leaving her duties here, even for a short time, would only make the situation worse for her.

For over 40 years The Organization had thrived in the business of training and selling human slaves for one reason -- the strict code of secrecy all members lived by. It was a code that applied to everyone, from the board members, all the way down to the trainers and handlers. If any threat to its security were uncovered, such as a suspected informant, that threat was swiftly handled by simply eliminating all parties involved. This rule also applied to any irrational behavior that might compromise their security. Over the years, there had been several cases where the FBI came dangerously close to uncovering their activities, only to run into a dead end after a suspect or snitch they were working on suddenly disappeared without a trace. So with that in mind, Sonia had no intention of risking such a fate on herself, which meant asking Raven for leave of absence was completely out of the question.

"Like it not, I'm stuck here," she mumbled softly and poured herself another drink.

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"Remove your tunic," Raven ordered.

Amber untied the belt cord, then pulled the loose garment over her head and handed to him.

"A slave is owned, and owns nothing," he lectured her, "but the master can allow her to wear clothing, or jewelry if that is his wish. Even this rag I hold is treasured by the slave, because it is a signal of her master's satisfaction. Now tell me, slave, do you deserve to wear this rag?"

"No Sir," Amber stood like a statue before him, naked and sweating in the hot sun with her eyes cast downward.  

"That's right," he tossed the tunic aside. "You disobeyed the rules of the house, not only once, but twice - first you spoke to another slave without permission, then you failed to address me properly. For this you will be marked and then you will remain here naked so everyone can see your punishment. Now come with me."

Raven took Amber firmly by the arm and directed her to the wicker chair.

"Stand astride the seat," he ordered, "facing the back of the chair and sit down."

Amber did this by widening her stance with the chair underneath her before taking her seat.

"Reach over the back and grasp the legs as close as you can to the floor."

Draping her arms over the back of the chair, she strained to reach down as far as she could and took of each chair leg. She was now leaning forward with her breasts pressing against the chair back, and her knees spread wide on its seat.

"Hold that position."

Sitting on the porch next to the house was a long chest that appeared to be used for holding firewood. Raven open the chest and pulled out several coils of hemp rope. He tied Amber's wrists and ankles, then her knees the chair legs beneath her. Another long piece of rope was looped tightly several times around her lower back and the back of the chair. The ropes forced her to arch her upper body sharply forward, crushing her breasts against the wicker, with her thighs still spread wide, and her pert ass tilted slightly upward and invitingly from the seat.

"You know you have done wrong, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir, I do," Amber's voice was weak.

Raven cradled her chin in one hand and spoke calmly, "and do you accept the punishment you are about to receive?"

"Yes, Sir," Amber searched her memory for the proper response, "I accept whatever punishment you . . . deem fit to inflict on me."

"Very good, slave."

Amber felt her heart beating hard against her chest. He was teasing her to heighten the moment, and it was working. She knew what was about to happen, and it terrified her, but at the same time she was also getting very aroused by it. Being naked outdoors excited her. Feeling the wicker poking into her soft breasts, against her open thighs, and . . . down there excited her.

Raven moved around the chair, beyond her line of sight, and then re-appeared. He now held in his hand, a long bamboo rod.

"Do you know what caning is?"

"No, Sir."

Raven paused a moment for the word to sink in.

"It is a form of punishment used primarily in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. Administered to the back or buttocks, it could be very painful, and if the skin was broken, it could leave angry red welts on the body. Sometimes those welts turn to scars that last for life. Having heard this, do you think I've chosen the right punishment for you?"

Amber was suddenly aware of how her ass jutted out behind her in the chair and how vulnerable it was. She began pulling the ropes on her wrists.

"Answer the question, slave," he circled behind her again.

"Yes, Sir."

"Say it."

She closed her eyes tight, "You have chosen the right punishment for me, Sir."

“Very well, then.”

Amber waited and listened to the sounds of her own breathing, now quickening with a mixture of excitement, anticipation and the fear of what was to come. The wait didn't take long.

Whooooooooosh . . . SNAP!

A split second later she felt the sharp sting of the bamboo rod. Amber had never experienced pain as intense as this before. It burned and felt as though the taut flesh on her ass had split in two. Twice again, the bamboo rod landed across it, shifting from one bare cheek to the other.

Whooooooooosh . . . SNAP!  Whooooooooosh . . . SNAP!

She cried out. Her body jerked against the wicker chair, her muscles tensed. She tried to escape the torture by shifting from side to side an inch or two against the ropes, but all that seemed to do was present him with a more tempting target – not to mention the wicker underneath was driving her crazy.

"Had enough?"

"Y-yes, Sir!"

"You know how to stop this, don't you?"

"Sir how? How can I . . ."

Whooooooooosh . . . SNAP!

"Aahhhhhh . . . Sir?"

Raven leaned close and slipped his hand between her opened legs.

"Well, well," he teased, "I think you really are enjoying this."

"NO, Sir . . ." she wriggled defiantly, trying to pull her wetted love away from his touch.

"But this tells me different." He plunged two fingers into her, and at the same time struck her again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh . . . Ohhhhhhh!"

In spite of the pain and anguish, Amber felt her own body betray her, in the way it trickled wetness down Raven's hand as he worked her with both fingers, moving in and out, stimulating her.

"So, my pretty slave, this DOES turn you on?"

"Oh no, Sir, it HURTS!"

Her words however were not entirely sincere as she was now moving her thighs against his hand. Two more fingers slid into her with no effort she was so turned on.

"Do you realize why you are being punished?"

"Yes, Sir."

He stroked her scarred ass with the other hand, his loving touch stimulated the stings, making the pain melt to sensual tingles.

"Address me properly, slave."

"Yes, Master!"

Raven stopped all of his movements and stepped back.

"See, my slave, how easy it was to stop. All you had to do was call me, 'Master.' Remember that next time."

"Oh yes, Master," Amber said with a breathy whisper.

He watched as her shoulders slumped and her head dropped against the chair, then a smile crossed his face.

"You want more, much more," he said, "I can see that because I know you so well. You’re no different than any slave we bring here. I think you know that by now."

Amber didn't need to be told of this. They DID know her, all too well, even more than she knew herself. Raven and Sonia had tapped into, and exposed a side of her that she never knew existed. It made her feel naked and vulnerable. Amber (the old Amber) wished she could lock it away again and forget, but like an old river dike, plagued with holes and crumbling before her eyes, there was no way she could hold it back.

Raven left her there, tied to the wicker chair for almost an hour, like a child left alone to think about why she had been punished. She felt the wounds on her poor tush begin to swell and rise. Amber wondered if she would be scarred down there for the rest of her life, as Raven had warned.

Around the grounds, the daily chores went on as usual. Monique was pushing the hand mower while Marin raked the freshly-cut grass clippings. Amber thought it funny that with all of the cash coming into this place, they couldn't afford a decent mower with a grass catcher. Perhaps Raven preferred it that way. The quiet setting she was observing from the porch wouldn't be so quiet with an electric mower buzzing loudly in the yard. She saw two male peacocks on the grounds, their tail feathers brightly colored in blue and green. They followed Marin as she worked, and poked their beaks through the grass clippings in search of food. Further out toward the drive, Tony was trimming the hedges. A horse whinnied from inside the stable nearby.

Yes, everything looked serene, except for one part of the picture. Beyond the edge of the woods and just within eyesight, Amber could see Len, having himself a good hump with the pretty Asian slave, Shii Ann. He was on his knees with his trousers pulled down just enough to expose himself. She, on the other hand, was naked, and on all fours with her elbows and knees almost buried in the wet leaves. Her body rocked violently as he plowed into her, his bony thighs slapping against her upturned ass. Her breasts hung down into the weeds like cones, and shook wildly with each thrust.

All this was happening in the open while everyone worked, yet no one seemed to take notice. The fact that Amber, herself, was the only one watching made her feel a little ashamed, as if she were spying on the couple during a very intimate moment, even though it was all happening in front of her. Twice she turned her eyes away, but each time, felt compelled to look again. She watched as Len withdrew himself, his cock still erect and well-lubricated from Shii Ann’s pussy, then re-inserted it, this time, into the smaller, tighter hole above it. He placed one hand on her back and forced her head down into the weeds to make the angle of entry more accessible. It took some difficulty, but he managed to slid his member full length into the narrow passage. Again her body jerked and rocked. Len fondled both round cheeks almost lovingly with his hands as he bore into her ass. Shii Ann's moon face was completely hidden by the weeds now, so there was no way of telling if she was enjoying the act, or merely tolerating it.

Amber remembered hearing once, that sometimes the handlers were allowed "a little taste" or perhaps an evening with the girl of their choice. It was also no secret that Len had an interest in Shii Ann, and as a man equally revolting in character as he was in appearance, he would never have won over the affections of such a pretty girl on his own.

She thought of Shane, and wondered what Raven's reaction would be if he had found out what happened two nights ago. Several times, Amber wanted to tell someone about the incident, but then thought the better of it. After all, she might be punished too, or even treated differently, that is, more harshly by the other handlers if they were to find out. Amber was also convinced that she was not the only one Shane had raped, and if the other girls weren't talking, then why should she?

Looking of to the woods again, she saw that Len had finished his hump and was zipping up his trousers. Shii Ann got up from the weeds slowly, and without a word, she threw on her tunic then joined the others in their work, as if nothing had happened.

Amber remained tied the chair for another twenty minutes or so when a dark green Jaguar drove up to the house. She watched a man emerge from the vehicle and climb the steps to the porch were Raven came out of the house to greet him. The two men shook hands and entered the house without giving Amber much notice. She heard very little of what the men said to each other, other than Raven calling him "Mr. Santos," and then mentioning something about having a drink and waiting from him in the sitting room while "I tend to another matter."

Ten minutes later, Sonia was finally sent out to untie her.

"Let's get you down to your cell and put something on these wounds," she said, frowning at the red welts. "I don't think these will scar, but it will hurt awhile. Next time you won't be so lucky."

Then there was a sound of contempt in her voice. "I will no longer be training you. For now on, you will in the care of Master Raven, so I suggest you keep your mouth shut and listen to everything he says, understood?" 

"Yes, Mistress."

Sonia led Amber by her leash back down to the cellar where the slaves’ quarters were located. As they moved passed each room, Amber noticed Livia's door was shut. Behind it, she heard a snap followed by a muffled whimper, then another snap, and another. Amber knew the sound all too well by now. It was that of something hard, whistling through the air and striking human flesh -- a bamboo rod perhaps. Livia was obviously getting the punishment Raven promised her, and the sounds continued as Sonia and Amber continued down the short hallway until they reached her own room. By then the whimpers behind them had turned to screams.

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FBI Headquarters, J. Edgar Hoover Building, Washington, D.C. –

Special agent Philip Trask leaned back in his chair to get more comfortable as he opened the computer file on Amber Brkich. His partner, Joe Kelly, was seated at his own desk nearby with his feet up, and glancing at the clock every two minutes or so. It was 6:28 in the evening, and Trask would stay late as usual, but Kelly had a wife two daughters waiting for him at home.

"So how many times have you gone through that file?" Kelly asked.

"More then I can count."

"And do you really expect to find any new leads?"

"Couldn't hurt to take another look."

"But it's getting late," Kelly persisted. "Why don't you knock off and go home for the night. There's nothing there that can't wait until tomorrow, right?"

Trask didn't answer.

The two agents had been working cases together for over five years, which intrigued everyone, because they were about as different as night and day. Trask was the Steve McQueen/Sam Spade type -- out-spoken, a risk taker, and either highly respected or disliked depending on who was asked at the Bureu. Kelly, on the other hand, was more laid-back and somewhat of a slacker, especially when it came to his paperwork. But on the street, everyone could always depend on him for back-up, no matter how dangerous the situation.

"You can go ahead and take off," Trask finally answered, still staring at the computer screen, "I'm just going to take one last look at this file."

"Well, if you say so," Kelly rose from his desk, stretched and grabbed his coat. "How about coming to the house later for a beer?"

"Thanks, but I'm beat. I'll take a rain check on that, though. Say 'hi' to Lindsey and the kids for me."

"Will do."

After his partner left, Trask turned his attention again to the new file:

Amber Joy Brkich

Age: 23

Hometown: Beaver, PN (suburb just north of Pittsburgh)

Occupation: Administrative Assistant . . .

He skimmed the whole 'bio' then scrolled back up to the woman's photo, and smiled briefly at the green-eyed dimpled girl grinning back at him. The girl was very attractive, but not in a flashy way. Trask could imagine this one working for some charitable cause, and with that innocent ‘school girl’ look, she could sell just about anything she put her mind to.

That thought made her story all the more tragic. It was just a few days ago, when she disappeared, vehicle and all, while en route from her sister’s house in Albany, New York to her current residence near Pittsburgh.

Suddenly, his sight became bleary, as the words on the screen circled and mingled in front of him. Trask leaned back in his chair again, pressing his palms into his tired eyes. He held them there for a while before releasing his hands, then pulled up the next file to search for any comparisons.

There were a total of six cases so far, all of them female:

Shii Ann Huang, Age 26, an executive recruiter with a BA from the University of California, Berkeley.

Livia Choice (obviously a stage name), worked as an exotic dancer in New York.

Jerri Manthey, Age 28, Bartender/Student Actress, Los Angeles . . .

Elisabeth Filarski, Age 23, Footwear Designer, Boston . . .

And finally, Audrey Marie Anderson, the oldest case in their files. She disappeared in Austin, Texas, while grocery shopping almost 2 years ago.

At first glance, one could see no reason to believe these cases could be linked together. For one thing, each disappearance happened in a different part of the U.S., and there were no similarities in the victims' work or social habits. Even their physical descriptions varied.

But there was one similarity -- in all 6 cases, witnesses remembered seeing a black, unmarked van at the victim’s residence, parked for hours, sometimes even days before she disappeared.

That coincided with a report filed over a year ago regarding an informant who told the Bureau about an underground sex slave ring called The Organization. In his statement, he mentioned that “vans” were often used to stalk, kidnap, and then transport young women to different locations all across the U.S. where they were auctioned off as slaves. The informant said little about his own involvement with The Organization – only that he had once attended one of these auctions.

Stories like this were nothing new to the Bureau, for rumors of such activity first began to surface over thirty years ago, but there was never any evidence to bring this case out of the 'dead file'. This “organization” as it was loosely called was like a phantom, wrapped in mafia-style secrecy, and the few witnesses that did surface all disappeared mysteriously before the Bureau could bring them in, including the one that had told them about the vans.

Nonetheless, The deputy director in the Washington Bureau wanted to keep the case open, and assigned it to Trask and Kelly, with instructions to look into it when their workload was light. In other words, "Put it on the back-burner, but keep an eye on it, in case something boils up."

Agent Trask was not one to handle any case half-assed though. He looked into the story about the vans by checking the national database for any unsolved disappearances that involved such a vehicle. He found six cases so far, the most recent one being Amber Brkich, who disappeared only a few days ago. That one happened to come across his desk just by shear luck, when a friend of his in the Pittsburg P.D., who happened to be filling out the report, sent him a copy of the file.

The van theory was not much to go on, but Trask was convinced these disappearances were linked to the case he and Kelly were assigned to. Unfortunately, without a plate number, there was no way of tracking these vehicles, and that brought them to a dead end, at least for now.

Trask rubbed his eyes again and sighed.

Just then, Stella, one of the other agents, popped her head in and shook it as she watched him.

"Everyone's leaving, Trask, get out of here," she said.

"You're still here," he replied not looking up.

"Yeah, but I'm leaving right now. Go home."

With that, Stella walked out and Trask couldn't keep the smile from gracing his face. Stella was a petite-looking, twenty-something blonde, but tough as nails. He shut off his computer, then stood up and reached for his keys. As he was rounding his desk and walking out the door the phone rang. He thought about picking up the receiver, but decided to let the machine handle it.

Like his partner said earlier -- it could wait until tomorrow.

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When Monique entered her room, Amber was laying face-down on the cot, her arms and legs strapped to each corner of the bed frame. She had been left unclothed and uncovered to give the fresh wounds from her cropping a chance to breath. Amber thought it would be days before she could even sit down, let alone lie on her back.

Monique moved quietly to her bed and undid the straps. She was dressed in a long red cape with a high collar.

"Here," she said softly, "put this on and come with me." Draped over one arm was a matching garment. 

She attached the red cape to Amber's collar and draped it over her shoulders. She then guided Amber up the cellar steps. The capes covered their bodies completely, but opened when they walked revealing their naked legs underneath. They climbed the narrow steps out of the cellar. Another rainstorm was passing. Amber could hear it outside as they crossed the foyer and entered 'the grand room', where a fire crackled in the large canopied fireplace.

Seated in front, were Raven and the man Amber had seen earlier. Both were dressed in silk robes and holding a glass of cognac in one hand. Monique made her walk forward until she was in front of fire so the two men could get a good look at her in the light. They approached her, Raven from behind and the other man off to her right. Two hands parted her cape. She could feel the heat from the fire on her newly bared flesh. The other man moved closer. His hands touched and fondled her breasts, then descended down to the V of her body and penetrated her. The move was so abrupt that Amber drew a breath.

"Nice slit," he commented in an accent that sounded Spanish. "Does she respond?"

"Instantly," Raven answered.

"Good. Let me see the other hole."

“Be my guest.”

Blushing at his crude language, Amber was turned around, her cape lifted aside, then forced to bend over.

"I apologize for the marks," Raven explained, "as I mentioned earlier, she had to be disciplined for speaking out of turn."

"It’s always a nice touch though. Has she been stretched?"

"Only slightly . . . enough to handle YOU, my friend."

Both men laughed.

Amber felt her face burning from embarrassment as they the other man's hands parted her cheeks to expose her puckered hole, which freshly shaved, was now a smooth as the front of her body.

"Yes, very nice," he commented again. "I think I'll have this one tonight."

Amber was then pushed toward the other man, who was untying his robe. As he leaned back on a chair, the robe fell open. He was tall, lean and dark skinned. His body was hairless, with the exception of his the pubic area.

"Down on your knees," Raven ordered.

Gently, he motioned Amber to kneel on the carpet before the man so that her face was only inches away from him.

"Now take him into your mouth," Raven continued, "and make sure you use that pretty tongue of yours."

Amber brushed her lips against his cock, then parted her lips and drew the muscled organ into her mouth.

"That's it," Raven praised her, "take all in."

The man's hands found her shoulders, tightening his grip as part of his self-control slipped. Then she felt his fingers become entangled in her long, chestnut hair. Tears streamed down her face each time the swollen member struck the back of her throat, depressing her tongue, and making her gag. Amber remembered very little after that. It was as if her mind had just shut down, refusing to acknowledge what was happening to her. She recalled only fragments - the soft crackle of burning logs in the fire, the rain outside hitting the windowpanes. Suddenly her lover groaned, his body tensed, and before she could pull her mouth away, she felt the warm fluid stream down her throat. His hands held her head still, forcing her to receive the discharge and causing her to feel nauseous. When his hands released her, Amber fell back and almost fainted.

"Very impressive," Raven commented, "for a beginner. Now watch and learn."

He snapped his fingers at Monique and pointed to a glass coffee table nearby.

"Sula-Renata!"

Monique moved to the table and sat down on one edge. She then extended her legs out and hooked her knees around the sides to keep them locked, spreading her round thighs over the glass top. Raven approached her, then removed her cape. Monique sat there nude and motionless while he circled the table, facing her. Amber could hear her own heart pounding in her ears as he parted his robe. Her eyes traced the contours of his lean, rigid body. The scars seemed even more pronounced then she remembered - one just below the left chest, the other, circling around his shoulder. His long cock was already erect and pointing proudly at Monique's lovely face. Her lips parted slowly as she looked up at him, her tongue flicked out to moisten her lower lip. The subtle invitation drew Raven closer to her.  

Her gaze dropped to his throbbing muscle, and he shuddered as though she had touched him. Slowly, she lifted both hands to stroke the shaft, examining it as if for the first time. One hand slid down and caressed his balls. Amber's breathing shallowed as she watched Monique bring her mouth closer. She saw her tongue dart out and gently lick the drop of moisture that had gathered at its tip. Raven brought his hands down and almost lovingly ran them through her golden hair. Monique took her time. She let her tongue trace the sensitive ring around his cock-head, flicking, teasing it unbearably until she suddenly sank her mouth over his cock. Raven stiffened and threw back his head with a strangled moan, clutching her shoulders now with his powerful hands. Monique didn't wait for him to recover, but started bobbing her head and swirling her tongue madly against the underside of his cock. Raven's hips started thrusting involuntarily, trying to force as much as possible of himself down her throat. But she wasn't having any of that!  She took hold of his hips firmly and held him still. 

Raven may have been her Master, but Monique was in control now. She pulled back and plunged down again and again, her lips squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.  Her hands crept around to pull his hips towards her, taking more and more of him in until his entire length slid easily down her throat.  His hips found the rhythm, moving with her towards his climax.  He threw back his head again, his body arching like a taut bow. A grimace etched itself on his face as he tried to fight the inevitable, then with a groan, every muscle in his rigid body seemed to tense up, followed by the sucking sounds as Monique swallowed his release effortlessly. 

The women were then dismissed. Monique immediately retrieved her cape and guided Amber out of the room while both men settled back into their chairs with drinks in hand. Amber overheard them comment on each girl's technique. Monique, of course, was praised for her efforts, and Amber, while inexperienced, still showed enough promise to draw the other man's interest. As they rounded the corner, Raven and his guest were already debating what price the new girl might fetch at the next auction.

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

Chapter 13: Hunters

The van seemed innocent enough parked along the street. Half a dozen vehicles were parked there also, and since its windows were tinted, a passer-by wouldn't have noticed the man sitting almost motionless behind the wheel. He was not a resident in that neighborhood, but for over two weeks he had been there on business, and his business was in one particular house across the street.

The man's name was Jason Clark. He was an obtainer of girls, a slaver, paid by The Organization to find and abduct young, attractive woman. This was the first assignment on his own, but Sonia had trained him well. He knew how to set up a surveillance system and could 'shadow' a target as well as any federal agent. Nonetheless, he was still a little nervous, but it was a nervousness mixed with excitement and anticipation. He watched his quarry intently as she emerged from the house, thinking how much he was going to enjoy this job.

The target was a gorgeous blonde with an athletic figure and a pair of large, ripe melons that, in his opinion, couldn't possibly be her real breasts. She stood on the porch, and scanned the neighborhood. Her eyes didn't even pause at the dark van parked nearby. Then she lifted one leg on the railing and began her usual routine of stretching before her afternoon jog.

Just like clockwork, Jason smiled. During those two weeks, he learned everything about the girl - when she left for work in the morning, when she came home in the afternoon. He knew she was a health nut, jogging about 10 miles or so four times a week, and taking aerobics classes twice in the evenings. They broke into her house one day, and bugged everything so they could monitor all her conversations.

As he watched the girl lean forward and stretch each raised leg, he imagined her putting on this show for his benefit. She wore the usual outfit -- a white spandex exercise bra and running shorts cut high and loose around her well-toned thighs. Her long golden hair was now braided in a ponytail. She dropped the other leg and began stretching her upper body. Jason raised the binoculars to get a better look, his eyes focusing on her razor-sharp nipples as they tented through the skin-tight fabric. Someone was going to pay a huge chunk of change for this one, he thought. 

After loosening up, the woman began her jog, heading down the street in the opposite direction. Jason watched her until she turned the corner, then he lifted the mic,

"Target is on the move. Stand-by."

"Roger," a voice answered.

The other two men were waiting in their truck only a few blocks away. Jason estimated the girl would be gone 40 minutes, having timed her a dozen or so times before. When she returned, she would be good and tired from her workout, and less likely to put up much of a struggle. That's when they'd make their move.

Jason leaned back in his seat and leafed though the file Sonia had given him on the girl:

Name: Heidi Strobel

Age: 25

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: P.E. Teacher

Residence: 246 Cottonwood Lane, Buffalo, Missouri

The file then went over her bio. Most of it was bullshit, but Sonia was always very thorough in her reports -- Bachelor of Arts degree in exercise physiology, secondary education and physical education from Drury University in Springfield, Missouri. Currently, a physical education and health teacher at Pendleton High School. Previously worked as a sales representative for a lingerie company, a secretary in a doctor's office, etc . . . etc . . .

The high school yearbook photo Sonia included showed a very sexy dish trying to appear official in her white polo shirt with a "Pendleton" logo on the pocket and whistle around her neck. Jason couldn't recall any of his P.E. teachers looking this good, nor even being a woman for that matter -- just ex-marines and washed-up football players with crew cuts and loud voices.

"Keep those toes on the line!" he remembered hearing them say as the class lined up in their matching gym shorts and jerseys.

Things certainly had changed since then. He imagined Heidi walking to class, looking very leggy in her shorts, and wearing a white tank top with her whistle dangling between those torpedo-like breasts, drawing heated stares (not to mention a hard-on) from every boy she passed in the halls. Jason remembered seeing girls like that in his high school. Beautiful,

bratty and bitchy, all of them, and if he were a rich client, he could easily part with a substantial portion of his wealth to own such a girl - to tease, fuck and abuse whenever he wished.

Forty minutes later, just as Jason had guessed, Heidi came jogging back to the house. He lifted the mic again.

"Target in sight," he said, "let's move."

"We're on our way," answered the other voice.

Less than two minutes later, a delivery truck appeared and pulled up in front of her house. It was actually an old U-Haul truck that had been repainted with a logo that read "Smythe Bros. Furniture" on the sides. 

"It’s showtime," Jason whispered to himself. He lit a cigarette, then took a draw and waited.

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Dave Roberts emerged from his truck and walked confidently up to the front door, while his partner, Marco Sanchez, stayed in the cab and waited. Both men were wearing delivery uniforms with a Smythe Bros. patch stitched above the front pocket. Heidi was still dressed in her bra top and shorts when she answered the door, her perfectly tanned skin beading with perspiration all over.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," he said, "I'm with Smythe Brothers Furniture. We have your sofa for you?"

"I didn't order a sofa."

"Are you sure?" Dave glanced at the fake form on his clipboard. "This IS the Brooks residence, isn't it?"

"No. Strobel."

"Shit! Oh . . . sorry about my language, ma'am, but we were supposed to get this sofa delivered an hour ago, and now they've given me the wrong address. Do you think you could let me use your phone so I can call the warehouse?"

"Um . . . sure, go ahead," Heidi stepped aside to let him in. "It’s through the living room in the kitchen."

"Thanks, ma'am. I really do apologize for this."

Dave grabbed the phone and dialed a number, then pretended to talk to his supervisor. Heidi was drying off with a towel. She moved passed him to the sink and poured herself a glass of water. Dave continued his fake conversation, but quietly hung up the phone. He reached into his pocket. The plastic bag opened easily, as he got the chloroform-soaked cloth ready.

"I've never heard of Smythe Brothers," she said while still facing away from him at the sink. "Where are they locat . . ."

Heidi's words were cut off as he pounced on her from behind. The glass fell from her hands, spraying water and shattered glass all over the floor. His left arm locked around her ample chest while he used his right hand to cover her face with the cloth. Her initial cry was immediately muffled by the cloth. She struggled frantically, twisting, grabbing at his arms, scratching, kicking.

Her strength surprised him at first. He'd almost forgotten he was dealing with a well-trained athlete. She almost broke his grip a couple of times, but his superior brute strength and the quick action of the chemical soon tamed the wild animal she'd become. Her arms finally fell limp to her sides. Her legs lost their ability to support her weight. He continued to hold her tightly for a minute until he was sure she was really out, then he gently laid her on the floor. Dave stood over his victim breathing heavily. He remained still for several minutes, as though he were expecting the cops to suddenly come bursting into the house with their weapons drawn. But nothing happened.

As his breathing and heart-rate returned to normal, he proceeded to the front door and waved the signal to his partner. Jason also saw it through the binoculars in his van, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Together Dave and Marco grabbed a large crate from the back of the truck, and carried it into the house. The crate was empty, save for a few items they would use to bind their captive with. Dave then pulled out the largest item, a straightjacket. As much as he liked to bind his victims with rope, he felt the straightjacket would be more secure for now. He knelt down next to Heidi's prone form and pulled her up. He listened to her breathing and checked her pulse before working her arms into the long sleeves of the restrictive garment, pulling them tightly across her chest and locking them securely in place.

Next, he took a roll of duct tape and taped her legs together at the ankles and knees. Then he folded her legs up and taped her ankles to her thighs. An air mask was placed over her mouth and secured with leather straps around her head. A small air tank would then be fastened inside the crate with her so she could breath once it was sealed up. Having once been a pre-med student, Dave knew there was a possibility that she could have a reaction to the chloroform which would make things a little messy, and possibly dangerous, but since that had happened only once for as long as he could remember, he decided to risk it.

While Dave did this, Marco cleaned up the spilled water and carefully picked up all of the glass, then put it into a plastic bag to take with them so there would be no evidence of a struggle. It was also his job to remove all camera and listening devices, and to wipe away any fingerprints. Lastly, they carefully lifted their human package into the crate and sealed it up tightly.

Jason watched from the van while his partners carried the crate from the house and loaded it into the truck.

"Everything go well?" he spoke into the mic.

"Yeah, no sweat," Dave answered.

"Good, I'll meet you at the rendezvous point. We have a long drive ahead of us."

With that, Jason waited until the truck was out of site, then started up the van and followed.

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Everyone knew Elma Peterson to be a neighborhood gossip. At age 71, and hobbled with a cane, she had little to do all day but watch people from her window, or on nice warm days, from the porch. She knew Bill and Maggie Stevenson were getting a divorce before anyone else, and how Shawna McFarland, that bimbo cheerleader who lived three houses up, had to get an abortion once. Elma got all sorts of tasty bits of information just by watching her neighbors on the porch, or listening to their conversations as they walked past. She also had her friend Norma Watts to trade gossip with over the phone. Sometimes those conversations would last more than two hours.

So when Elma saw the delivery truck parked outside Hiedi's house, she knew something was amiss. She could feel it in her bones. She also noticed a van parked nearby drive off suspiciously right after the truck left, and jotted the license numbers down on a pad she always kept handy for notes. Then, two days later, when she saw the police come to search Heidi's house. Elma immediately got on the phone and called Norma.

"I heard her family filed a missing person's report," her friend told her. "You have to call the police and tell them what you saw." So Elma did.

One week later, the Heidi Strobel file was sent to FBI Headquarters in Washington, D.C., along with Elma Peterson's written account, and two pieces of evidence found in the house that were equally as valuable -- a small listening device carelessly left on one of Heidi's phones, and a single print from Marco's thumb. This was the break Special Agent Phil Trask had been waiting for. Within days, the investigation was moved from the back burner to the front, and the original two agents assigned to it, increased by five, with Trask overseeing all operations.

"Looks like I'll be working late hours again," Joe Kelly lamented.

"Sorry about that, ol' chum," Trask smiled and fired a piece of waded paper over to his partner's desk.

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I wrote the following chapter, I realized it needed a feminine touch, especially the last segment between Amber and Raven. So I would like to give credit to my good friend and fellow writer, Gabriele, for all her help and inspiration in writing this chapter.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

I can feel you

I can feel all of you.

My body begs for more

As my thighs grow sore.

I scream out in ecstasy

Feeling the tightness grow inside of me.

I feel the tightness burst

And it quenches my sexual thirst.

"A Passionate Night"

by MidNiteAgl

(www.literotica.com)

  

Chapter 14: Raven's Grasp

Days passed as Amber continued to lead her new and highly unusual life. After she had demonstrated her oral skills to Raven and Mr. Santos, Shane came to her cell the following night and demanded a demonstration for himself,

  

"Just wrap your pretty mouth around my cock and suck it down . . ." he told her.

  

No longer were promises made of helping Amber escape in return for her complaisance. By now, they both knew she had no choice in the matter. He always made it clear that if Raven were to find out, Amber would be the one to shoulder the punishment, while he would merely get a slap on the wrist. So that night, she "sucked it down" as she was told.

  

In spite of Shane, life generally became easier for her after those first few days of training. Amber did everything asked of her, and as a reward for her progress, she was allowed to wear some type of garment, usually a work tunic or silk camisk. The Turian, in particular, was commonly worn in the house by all the slave girls. Shaped a bit like an inverted T, it was fastened about the neck with a piece of hemp rope, passed down low in front and drawn tightly up between the legs, with the two sides of the T bars folded around the hips and tied off in front below the belly. It left the back uncovered completely while fitting snugly around the breasts and trunk. Of course, a collar was worn at all times and leather 'roman' sandals were usually permitted to protect their feet whenever they did their chores outside. If a slave needed to be disciplined, her clothing was immediately stripped away, then after her punishment, she would be forced to spend the remainder of the day in the nude with the fresh marks from her whipping visible for everyone to see.

  

Another improvement for Amber was that she could now mingle with the other slave girls, especially during their meals when they all gathered in the mess hall next the kitchen. Talking was permitted at this time, and the girls were usually engaged in quiet conversations among themselves between bites of food.

  

"Conversation is a valuable outlet among slaves," Raven once explained to her. "Sometimes long periods of isolation without any human interaction can lead to mental breakdowns. So we allow this activity at mealtimes, even encourage it, so long as the privilege is not abused."

  

By then, Raven had taken over Amber's training completely, and as each day passed, it became more apparent that this new arrangement was intolerable for Sonia. No angry words were passed, but there was a bitterness in the Head Mistress toward Raven that everyone sensed. Raven must have known too, though if he did, he showed little concern. He continued with the training, spending long hours with Amber and using her in any way he pleased, with only one exception. There was no penetration, and after so many sessions, that was the one thing she longed for the most from him.

  

One day, for instance, Raven brought her up to one of the large guest rooms on the second floor and told her to strip off her camisk, which she did. On each side of the bed, there were a pair of tall windows that could be seen from the front of the house. Each extended from floor to ceiling, and except for the drapes, which split into stiff folds below the curtain loops that held them apart, there were no coverings. Two heavy-metal rings had been screwed into the ceiling at the corners of one window, and another pair into the polished hardwood floor. Once Amber was naked, he then chained her to these rings, stretching her arms and legs wide so that her body formed the shape of an X in front of the window. The height of her suspension was just enough to keep her standing on her toes. Amber felt sure she was to be whipped - or perhaps it would be his chrome handled riding crop laid across her back.

  

To her surprise, Raven didn't beat her that time, but left her standing there alone in front of the window for nearly two hours. That afternoon, two men came in a truck carrying four poplar trees. They planted these trees on the grounds in front of the house - one, no more than thirty feet from where she was standing. The window was so tall and the room so bright that all these men had to do, was to simply look up and they would see Amber, naked and stretched in the window frame with her breasts nearly touching the glass.

  

For an hour, she stood there watching, her heart pumping wild with nervous anticipation as they dug each hole, planted a tree and covered it up again. Much to her relief they had never noticed her, but there was also a feeling of dejection, like a new bride robbed of her wedding night. By the time Raven returned, she would have done anything just to feel him inside her. He stood behind her for a long time, and together, they watched the two men through the window as they packed up their truck and left.

  

"My, my," he said, "if only they knew what they were missing in here!"

  

He then reached down between her legs and pressed one hand up against her heated mound. He held it there for a long time.

  

("Oh, god, don't stop, PLEASE,") her mind was screaming. She tried stretching out to reach him, but Raven took his hand away.

  

"Sorry, pet," he said, as if he could hear her thoughts. "You're not ready. In time, you will learn how to pleasure a man properly, only then, will you share my bed." 

  

Those first few days under Raven's tutelage were the most difficult for Amber, because he never touched her, at least in the way she wanted him to. Furthermore no one else was allowed to touch her. Even Shane stayed away for a time. During the long daytime hours, Raven made her wear a leather chastity belt, and at night, she was chained to her bed to keep her hands from touching her own body.

  

In the meantime, Monique had been assigned to work with her on broadening her sex skills. First there were the oral techniques, which Monique demonstrated by using a penis-shaped dildo. She showed Amber how important it was to use the tongue while 'giving head.' Amber observed carefully, as she rippled and rolled her oral appendage around the fake penis (and that sight, alone, would have given any healthy man an instant hard-on!) She then taught Amber how to place a rolled condom into the mouth and then unroll it onto a man's erect penis without using the hands (another feat Monique demonstrated with ease). But the most important thing Amber had to learn, and what most men took delight in, was how to take in any sized hard-on, shaft and all, and while doing this, massage it with her mouth and tongue. This could only be done by relaxing the jaw and throat muscles, which any woman could learn with a little patience and practice, Monique assured her.

  

"Remember that movie, 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High', when Phoebe Cates showed her friend how to give a blow job by using a carrot? Well I practiced with a large cucumber, by inserting it just a little further each day, until I could swallow the whole thing without gagging on it!"

  

Another thing Amber had to remember while pleasing a man orally, was rhythm, which was something that varied with each person, and often each session.

  

"You must always pay attention to the results you are creating," Monique told her, "because some men ejaculate faster than others, and you want to make the experience last as long as possible," she later illustrated this point by demonstrating her skills on Tony, who not surprisingly, was very eager to volunteer his services.

  

"Now moving to the vagina," she continued, "there are many internal muscle groups surrounding a woman's cunt. It is important that you learn to control the movement of these muscles while having sex to prolong the build-up of an orgasm, and more importantly, massage the man's cock while he was inside you. You can practice these movements by simply contracting the vaginal muscles while lying in bed at night.

  

"If a subbie puts her mind to it, she can even learn how to use those muscles to make her man cum just from their internal movements," then she smiled, "or even strengthen them to a point where bruises can be left on the penis!"  

  

With guidance from Raven and Monique, Amber quickly learned what was expected of her as a slave - how to act, how to address, and how to please any man or woman sexually without hesitation. Already, her old life seemed a distant memory, and for the time being, any thoughts she had of escaping had been forgotten.

  

Then one day, Amber was having her noon meal with the other girls. It was Livia's turn to prepare the food, which consisted of a bowl of Sa-Tarna with mixed fruit and bread. After serving the others she took her seat with Marin. Both were being trained as Gorean dancers, and they quickly became engaged on the subject, while comparing notes on what each had learned so far. The conversation continued while the other women finished their meals in silence, then after the bowls were taken away, Monique made an announcement,

  

"I heard a new girl was brought in late last night . . ."

  

Livia and Marin immediately broke off their discussion and turned to listen. 

  

“They’re keeping her down in the wine cellar."

  

"A new girl? How did you find out?" Shii Ann asked.

  

"Tony," Monique answered in a low voice. "He told me this morning. I guess this one really put up a fight too, so they beat her and put her in isolation. She'll be down there for awhile."

  

"I don't know why they even bother resisting," Marin voiced her opinion. "I mean, it's easier just to let things happen and get it over with, you know?"

  

The others agreed.

  

"What does this girl look like?" It was Shii Ann again.

  

"Blonde, pretty of course. Big tits too, and real . . . according to Tony."

  

"Great," Shii Ann glanced down briefly at her own chest. "I hope I don't have to stand on the block with her."

  

Monique laughed, "Don't worry hon. You'll be sold long before SHE'S ready for auction. I'm sure of it!"

  

Nothing more was mentioned about the new girl, and the other slaves believed as Monique did, that she wouldn't be seen for days. 

  

  

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That evening, Raven made his way down the narrow winding stairwell to the rooms underneath the cellar. He passed the first room, where a single chain dangled down from the ceiling. This was where Amber had spent her first night in the house. Raven often kept the new arrivals down here. At one time, the whole level had been used as a winery. Unlike most wineries though, with their sprayed concrete providing the interior finish, this one was lined with ancient brick, just as one might find in Roman catacombs or Venetian dungeons. Only one of the rooms served its original purpose, which stored rows and rows of merlots, cabernets, chablis, even champagne - Raven's own private stock. The other rooms remained as they always were, long neglected and decaying with age. Raven wanted it that way. The cool dampness and exposure to the surrounding soil via cracks and holes in the outer walls, not only offered the perfect environment for storing wine, but for breaking in new slaves also.

  

Raven felt a familiar rush of excitement course through him as he made his way through the honeycombed maze of small rooms and tight corridors. He paused at one door and pulled out a set of keys. A metallic sound pierced the silent gloom as the lock turned. The bolt rattled inside the door like a steel pipe clattering on a marble floor.

  

The prisoner was blindfolded, and hanging by her wrists in the center of the room, her naked body stretched, suspended in mid-air and turning slowly on the twisted steel cord. Raved circled her slowly, taking his time, then he ran his hands up and down her flanks, turning her so that he could appraise her more closely.

"Mmmmmmmmmmph!" She moaned a protest through her gag.

The girl was stunningly attractive, to say the least. She reminded him of those heroines so often objectified in comic magazines -- sleek, long-legged and athletic in appearance, yet still very feminine-looking. Her breasts were not only impressive in size and shape, they stood out gloriously from her ribs, and just slightly fairer than the rest of her tanned body, making them look even more provocative in appearance.

  

He removed the blindfold so he could better see her face -- beautifully sculpted with high well-chiseled cheekbones, dark oval eyes, and a strong jawline. Her long golden hair was tied back neatly into a ponytail.

  

About this time, Shane entered the room. In seeing both men, the girl began to scream,

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!"

They watched in silent admiration as she struggled with the cuffs around her wrists, her supple body twisting and swaying almost rythmically on the cord.

  

"Feisty, isn't she," Shane offered a comment, but Raven didn't answer. His eyes seemed to dwell for ages on her ample breasts as if he were in a trance, no doubt imagining the tortures that he would inevitably be subjecting them to.

  

The woman finally stopped her struggling and hung silently as her body slowly turned away from them. Even from behind, she seemed in perfect physical shape. Her ass was firm and round. The sides of her body narrowed gradually from her shoulders all way down to her waist, then flared out just slightly around the hips. Her backline was deep and exquisite. At this angle, one would never have imagined the enormous tits hiding on the other side. Her flesh had already been marked with a lash, yet she still appeared undaunted by these previous assaults on her body. She was feisty all right, but Raven knew that would change very soon. He moved in closer and gave her right breast a poke with the silver handle of his riding crop.

  

She screamed again and shifted from side to side, rocking in a more careful attempt to communicate her distress. Of course, this only made her body even more appealing to the greedy, lustful eyes that were watching. Finally, Raven broke his silence.

  

"Now Heidi . . ." he said, "it is Heidi, isn't it? I was planning to release you so we could talk awhile, but if you don't simmer down, then I'm afraid I'll just have to let you hang there for another hour or so. Is that what you want?"

  

Heidi shook her head.

  

"Good. So let's control that temper, OK?"

  

Beads of sweat made her tanned skin glow in the torch light, and already, tiny droplets began to roll lazily down her body. She finally nodded.

  

"Good girl . . . now we can let you down."

  

A large crank was turned, lowering her feet to the floor. Next the cuffs were removed, and finally, the gag. Shane then clipped a leash to the back of her collar.

  

"There. That feels better, doesn't it?" Raven tried to sound sympathetic.

  

It took awhile for the girl to get used to standing again after hanging for two hours. As she stood, rubbing the circulation back into her arms, her eyes quickly darted toward the door. Shane held her leash tighter, sensing she was about to make a break for it, but Raven only smiled as if amused. His smile then turned into a laugh.

  

"Don't be so foolish. You'll never reach the door with my associate holding your leash, and even if you were able to make a . . . 'clean getaway,' as they say in the movies, I seriously doubt you would get very far without any clothes. Now, I want you kneel for me, on the floor."

  

Heidi didn't run for the door, as she might have been tempted to do, but she didn't kneel either. Her lovely brown eyes seemed to burn with defiance, so Raven wasted no time in bringing the back of his hand down hard across her right cheek. She yelped and stumbled backward with the force of the blow. The spot where his hand made contact began to redden immediately.

  

Very softly, Raven whispered again, "I said, KNEEL." 

  

His voice was such a startling contrast to the pain in her cheek, that the girl looked confused for a moment. She still held her ground though.

  

"Ah, so you're a hard ass," Raven pulled the crop out of his belt again as he circled her slowly. "Right now, you must be thinking, 'I would rather DIE than give in to this man.' Well if you expect me to be angry, or even impressed with this rash behavior, then your wrong.

"I can think of nothing that pleases me more than breaking hard asses like yourself. So I HOPE you won’t give in to me right away. I HOPE it takes weeks to break you, because the more pain you can take, the more variations of that pain I can inflict on you."

  

He struck her again, this time with the crop on her right breast. Before the girl could even react, Shane gave the leash a sharp yank, forcing her down to her knees on the cold, wet floor. She seemed clearly shaken now, her eyes filled with self-doubt. Raven slid the crop back into his belt and went over the house rules,

  

"Instant obedience, of course, is most important . . . No talking unless you are spoken to first . . . If necessary, you may ask for permission to speak, but do not abuse this privilege . . . Affection and enthusiasm are expected of you, and no sexual inhibitions, but no playing with yourself either . . . Proper posture, always look your best . . . No looking a free person in the eye, except when given permission to do so . . . and no use of a free person's name - you call them 'Sir' or Ma'am', and you address your trainers as 'Master' or 'Mistress' unless ordered otherwise . . ."

  

At first, the girl showed little emotion during his speech, but when Raven was finished, she looked up, glared at him with her hard eyes and told him flatly to, "Go FUCK yourself."

  

Again, Raven showed no anger, but simply smiled at her, "Oh, I’ll have need to do that, pet. Not with YOU here."

  

Then he turned to Shane, "bring her to the table."

  

She was grabbed by both arms and pulled back up to her feet, but her mouth remained firm, her face showing nothing but sheer determination. While Shane dragged her over, Raven pulled a large box out and opened it. Inside, there were several pieces of dried hemp rope, all wrapped neatly in tight bundles.  

  

"It's time to face reality. Whether you like it or not, you belong to ME now, and I am truly going to enjoy every minute of our time together until you are finally broken."

  

Heidi struggled with the two men and screamed, "Get your FUCKING hands off me!" as they lifted her onto the large wooden table. She was slapped again, then rolled onto her stomach, crushing her large, melon-like breasts against the hard surface. The girl fought like a wildcat, but she was still weak from her suspension. Raven wrenched her arms together behind her back. The tone of the her screams turned from outrage to desperation. She moaned and twisted her hands futilely, as Raven crossed her wrists behind her, then took one length of rope and tied them both together. Her ankles followed suit, as did her knees and elbows, the latter, having been lashed and pulled so tightly together behind her, that they nearly touched.

  

Heidi managed to utter a few more painful obscenities before the leather harness gag was brought out. She then moaned a soft protest while Raven slowly pushed the shiny red ball between her teeth. He buckled the main strap behind her head, then the smaller strap under her chin, and finally took a third strap, this one in the shape of an inverted Y, up over her head, to the buckle in back. Raven stepped aside for a moment to admire the new look of his struggling captive. The black leather straps flowed geometrically up her cheekbones to the bridge of her upturned nose and between her eyes. She moved her moist lips along the shiny surface of the ball, then bit into it with her teeth. A line of drool fell from her mouth and landed in the table.

  

"Ummmmmpphhhh....Mmmmmppphhhhh!"

  

She was completely helpless. She still struggled, but Shane could hold her down with ease now. His other hand busily explored her body while Raven cinched another length of rope to her bound ankles. The other end of that rope was looped around her wrist ropes and elbow ropes, then drawn tight, pulling her ankles up smartly behind her back.

  

"UUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  

Pitiful moans filled her gag, but Raven kept yanking and tightening the rope, bending, arching her body backward in a cruel hogtie until her ankles and arms were firmly anchored together. He then rolled the girl onto her side. 

  

More rope was wrapped around her upper body, several times, first above then below her jutting breasts. The poor girl moaned and whined as they manhandled her expertly, rolling her one way, and then the other while the ropes were tightened against her with each pass. After the two bands of rope were tied off, Raven next took some hemp twine and cinched them together at the sides of her breasts and in between to make them bulge outward even more between the ropes.

  

Finally, he rolled her on her side again and circled a short length of rope several times around her trim stomach, then cinched and knotted another rope at her navel and guided it between her legs.

  

"Ooooommmmmmppppphhhhhhhh!" 

  

A soft groan of tortured ecstasy was elicited past the girl's lips when he pulled that rope tightly and deeply into her freshly-shaved crotch before knotting it off behind her back. Raven paused a moment to rest, and to admire the tight package he had created, running one hand up her sweaty thigh as she writhed helplessly on the table. Her teeth bit slowly again and again into the rubber ball. Her eyes closed, her moans grew softer as she started to lose herself in the sensations of pain and helplessness.  

  

At this point, one would expect the prisoner to be left alone to deal with her bondage in silence, but Raven was not finished with her yet. The two men carried the table, and the girl, over to where the cable she hung from earlier dangled down above. Raven attached a steel hook to the cable. He ran a long piece of rope through the ropes around the girl's ankles, wrists and breasts, then tied the other end to the hook. As he did this, her eyes opened and closed dreamily as if in her own world, her moist lips sliding across the bright red ball between them.  

  

"Raise her," Raven ordered.

  

Shane turned the crank. Metallic clicking sounds rang out. Sounds that could be heard all the way up the narrow winding stairs and through the open door to the cellar. The cable tightened through the pulley above, then pulled on the rope on the hook, until her hogtied body was lifted completely off the table. The hemp ropes buried themselves into her heated flesh as the weight of her own body bore down on them. The poor wretch tried to scream, but couldn't force any sounds other than muffled mews from her paralyzed vocal cords.

  

Raven pulled the table out from under her. The crank kept turning until she was about six feet in the air.

  

"UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  

The blonde captive moaned and squirmed in the ropes as she slowly revolved before them in her suspended hogtie. Even Raven marveled at how she looked. Her beautifully toned, athletic body was now bent backward into a tight, hanging bundle of naked flesh that was almost teardrop-shaped. The bands of rope tightened around her from the force of her suspension, particularly around the breasts, making them bulge outward like a pair of ripe grapefruit. Her nipples, now engorged and very sensitive stood proud and erect like two twin towers of dark pink flesh. She drooled another moan when Raven pulled on the crotch rope, grating the cord against her clit and vagina.

  

"UUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"  

  

It only took a matter of moments before the first orgasm ripped through her - the force of it intensified by the fact that her body was bound in such a way that it flowed inward without any means of dissipating through any moving limbs. That was the beauty of a hogtie, particularly a hanging one. She writhed slowly, her movements small, her body straining against the ropes, tensing and relaxing her muscles again and again, making the ropes dig even deeper and deeper. 

  

Defeat writ large on her beautiful face. Raven knew the bitch couldn't last much longer like this. For good measure, he took a pair of steel clamps out of the box and clipped them to her nipples, then attached a small chain with a weight to each clamp, and let them hang down from her swollen buds. Moments later, her body shuddered, tensing within her bonds as another orgasm shook her. After it passed, Raven took his crop and struck her a dozen times. Each blow left a fresh mark on a different place while she slowly turned on the cord.

The suspension only lasted about twenty minutes, but for the girl, it must have been an eternity. Like crashing waves each forced orgasm, about six in all, swept through her lacerated body. Finally, mercifully, she passed out. The session was over for now.

  

They lowered her back down to the table. The clamps and ropes were then carefully removed. Raven carried her himself. Lifting her light body in his arms, he looked down at his captive as her head flopped back, her throat stretched taut. He admired the look the collar gave to her. He took her into the next room, laid her on a dirty cot and strapped her in. He would let her rest until morning. It would take that long for Heidi to gather enough strength for her next ordeal.

             

  

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Later that night, Amber was getting ready for bed, when Sonia came to her cell.

  

"Come with me," and without another word, the Mistress unlocked the chain from her collar and led hour down the hall. She waited patiently while Amber took her shower, then after toweling off, she instructed the slave to rub herself down with scented oil.

  

"Put this on," the Mistress tossed a silk garment on the table. "Raven requests your presence in his room tonight."

  

Amber suddenly felt nervous. She had never spent the evening with her Master before, and anticipated this to be the night he would finally take her into is bed. She quickly threw on the garment - a clear clingy form of white silk that wrapped like a pareau with a disrobing loop at the left shoulder. As she tightened the cord around her waist, her body was subtly but unmistakably shaken by an involuntary tremor of sensuality. Amber never thought such excitement could be generated by the simple feel of silk against her. It was shear, almost transparent, clinging and betraying.

  

"That's no ordinary silk you're wearing," Sonia told her. "It's called Gorean Pleasure Silk, the softest and finest in the world, milled to reveal a woman most exquisitely and beautifully to a master." She stood behind Amber and gazed at her shadowy features underneath the thin garment. "Raven has taken a liking to you. I'm sure you've realized that by now, but don't fool yourself into thinking it'll last," there was a bitter tone in her voice. "He's had many girls before you, more than you can imagine, and there'll be many more after once he loses interest. Now come." 

  

Sonia led the way up to the main level, then up the long winding staircase. While they walked, Amber could feel the silk flow and brush wickedly against her nude flesh underneath. It took all the self-discipline she could muster to keep her mind off of it. They moved quietly, reverently down the long hall to Master Raven's room. Sonia knocked three times then without a word, she left Amber alone at the door. Amber waited silently, for quite some time it seemed, before the door opened. 

  

"Come in," Raven greeted her.

  

As Amber entered the room, the silk dress grazed his leg. Raven smiled and closed the door behind him, then locked it. The room was large and elegant with a dark oak, four-posted bed. She immediately noticed the mirrored ceiling above it.

  

"Darling, sweetheart," he kissed the back of her neck, "do you love me, pet?"

  

Amber, trembling now, was too terrified to notice she had answered, "Yes, Master I love you.”

  

Raven turned her around and pulled her close, crushing her breasts against his robe. Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips pressed against hers with terrible hunger, his tongue darting into her open mouth. For a moment, Amber struggled against the upwelling of lust, determined to deny herself and her captor the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her, but the fires that passionate kiss kindled in her healthy young body sent her surging forward against him as he ground his chest against the pliant softness of her breasts. Soon she was kissing him back, her own tongue answering his probes, slithering up against his in a lewd intimate dance. Then he pulled back, and she was left breathless and panting, her chest heaving against the silk in the aftermath of their first kiss.

  

"Now, on your knees," he sat on the edge of the bed. "Show me what you have learned."

  

Amber knelt down to the carpet and parted the robe like a curtain. His heavy cock was already erect. 

  

"Say it again: 'I love you.'"

  

Amber repeated, "I love you, Master," with such passion that her lips dared not brush the massive organ in front of her.

  

Raven placed his hand on her head and tugged her forward with deliberate pressure, wanting to feel her mouth on him. Holding his arousal upright, she ran her nimble tongue around the head, wetting it completely before drawing it into her mouth. Raven watched her head move up and down slowly, then he leaned back onto the bed. As the robe opened, her hands trailed up to feel his bare chest. She began to move her head faster, using her lips and tongue to create more friction in the way Monique showed her, before sucking him hard back into her throat. Reaching between his legs, she caressed his testicles, rolling and squeezing them gently. She strained to hear her lover's moans, handling him carefully with infinite respect, the way she knew pleased him. Never before had Amber felt her mouth so beautiful, and so experienced, once her Master had chosen to thrust himself into it. When he finally came, she received the discharge as a god is received. She felt a warmth burst throughout her own body after she heard him cry out, then as he slid out of her mouth, she sighed at the emptiness, but knew she was there for His pleasure, not hers.

  

Sitting upright again on the bed, Raven looked down at her and gave her a soft smile, "That was a very good beginning, my pet."

  

"I love you, Sir," she murmured and smiled in return.

  

"I know you do."

  

He guided Amber to her side of the bed where the black silk covers had already been neatly folded back. She saw that leather cuffs had been mounted into the headboard and at the foot of the bed, all open and ready to receive her.  Standing behind her, Raven pulled the disrobing loop. Amber shuddered as the silk dress slid off her body. Leaving the garment crumpled in the heap on the floor, she climbed into bed and allowed him to bind her wrists and ankles to the four cuffs. Raven carefully folded the sheets back on her side, past her breasts, past her shallow navel and stopping just above the V of her body. Then he climbed in beside her, and promptly went to sleep.

  

Needless to say, Amber could get no sleep herself that night - not in knowing that he could take her whenever and however he wished, or maybe not at all. She spent hours, staring at her own reflection in the mirror above, her arms pinned and bound to the bedpost, the silk sheets folded back deliberately to leave the upper half of her body exposed. In the darkness her eyes traced the smooth, deep hollows of her armpits, past the gentle swells of her breasts, to her pointed nipples, than past the long, flat plane of her belly to the deliciously wicked silk coverings. Underneath them, her body was burning, like a furnace just stoked to life. Only a foot or so away, her Master slept, the only man who could quench that fire. She said she loved him, and that was true, but she didn't even know what love really was anymore. All she knew was that she needed him, and never wanted to leave his side.

  

A clock was placed conspicuously on the table next to her. The workings of its motor made imperceptible clicks, but she could hear them well in the silence. She watched the minute hand as it patiently began another round in its journey to nowhere. Amber knew he would make love to her, after all, hadn't she proven herself worthy?

  

("How much longer do I have to wait like this?") she thought.

  

Occasionally, Amber tested the restraints and listened to the sounds of twisting leather against her wrists. The soft black bands held firm, keeping her body immobile and bound in a state of erotic denial - a denial of the pleasures of her own touch, and denial of the need she had for any sort of physical relief. For the time being her mind would be her only friend, and the source of her greatest sexual torment. She tried to think of other things. Anything to stop the flood of sensual musings that flooded her consciousness, with each turn of her wrist, and each glance at her reflection above the bed.

     

Then sleep finally overtook her, but only for a short while until she felt the touch of his hand. At first she thought it was a dream until she opened her eyes and saw him smiling down at her - a small gesture that sent tidal waves of anticipation right through her body. His hand glided its way from her neck, between her breasts, down her belly and under the silk sheets, stopping just above that part of her body that was screaming for attention. He was teasing her again, like so many times before.

  

Amber's heart began to race. She pulled on the restraints, her fingers clawed out, then retracted into a tight fist. Her hips squirmed against the soft, silk sheets. Her eyes pleaded for more. Raven leaned down to kiss her, then trailed more wet kisses down her neck to her breasts. She felt his lips on her nipples, first one and then the other, followed by the gentle sucking on her protruding flesh.

  

She found herself trying desperately to control her breathing. But the deep, ragged gasps continued, and soon she got frustrated with the ropes that held her prisoner to the bed. Amber longed to squirm and thrash about, to give in to the sensations and let her body react as it should . . . but the ropes denied her this, allowing only her mind to react, only thoughts to thrash about and scream for mercy.

  

She began to moan, softly at first, then louder, as a finger slowly trailed between the slick folds of her womanhood, stroking it, petting it, squeezing and teasing her clit. His kisses turned violent, mauling her breasts with his mouth. Then two fingers slipped inside her, causing her to arch her back sharply. More moans escaped. She began grinding her hips against his hand as he stroked her pussy. Her limbs tensed, relaxed, then grew tense again, until a sheen of sweat covered her body and stained the sheets underneath her.

  

Suddenly the fingers were snatched away, and she cried out in frustration, still grinding her hips, searching for another touch.

  

"Not yet, pet," he said. "Not yet."

  

Amber closed her eyes and waited for his next touch. She felt the weight of his body on top of her, then she felt the gates of heaven open as his cock slid into her aching womb, her screams silenced only by the sensation of absolute bliss. Raven leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

  

"You must wait."

  

She moaned again as he wasted no time, thrusting deep inside her . . . hard . . . fast . . . again and again until her whole body went limp, taut only with desire and heat. Raven grabbed her tightly by the hair, tilted her head back so that he could plunder her mouth with kisses.

  

"Stay with me," he whispered to her mesmerized form. And then he was kissing her again.

  

Amber felt herself slipping into a state of animalistic insanity, and all that remained of her very being was an intense hunger for Him . . . and for Him to cum, to take the pleasure that was His to receive.

  

Then just as she felt his cock tense up and throb inside her, Raven leaned forward and whispered those glorious words of permission into her ear.

  

"You may cum, my pet."

  

The waves if such intensity felt as if they ripped straight through her body. Two became one, and Amber nearly fainted as she felt the warmth of his passion fill her that very core of her body. She screamed, her senses went numb, save for the flood of orgasm that she thought would tear her in two. When it was over, Raven collapsed on top of her, his cock still inside her, his strong arms holding her tight against him. He kissed her neck and shoulders, telling her that she had been "His good girl." For the first time since she met Master Raven, her spirit flew with joy as His words repeated themselves over and over in her mind.

  

The bindings were loosened, and His fingers trailed along her skin, stroking the muscles that occasionally trembled and shuddered. Then finally, Amber closed her eyes and fell asleep, feeling the strength of love and the devotion of a slave to her Master, and a Master to His slave. At least for the moment, they were the only two people in the world.

  

And they were the world, to each other.

  

(continued)