Return to slavery by Rowena

 

 

Rachel sat in her beautifully appointed office ,dressed elegantly in the latest and most tasteful fashion a white silk blouse buttoned to the neck, a smart black skirt to just below the knee, her long blond hair piled high on her head, so very different to the slutty clothes she wore when she was a slavegirl so long ago. She sighed contentedly. She was now a successful and rich business woman. She enjoyed her power and wealth. She enjoyed embarrassing and humiliating her secretary Lisa. She enjoyed the fact that her many staff feared and hated her. Life was good she thought. All this was about to change, if she only knew it.

Many years had passed since she had escaped from the cruel and perverted Mistress Margo. She had spent many months in hospital as she slowly recovered from the dreadful scars on her body caused by the whip and the horrific burns to her breasts and pussy caused by the sadistic branding.

"Lisa get in here now!" she shouted. Lisa ,her secretary, knocked timidly on the door and entered. "Yes Miss Grace" she stammered. Lisa was a pretty dark haired girl she wore a white dress, that came to mid thigh and was low cut at the neckline to reveal her cleavage. Lisa hated dressing like this but it was one of the many things that Rachel had ordered to humiliate her and Lisa very badly needed the job. She like everyone else hated and feared Rachel.

"Get me another coffee you useless bitch" snarled Rachel. "Yes Miss I will" said Lisa taking the dirty cup from the desk, as she bent to do so her cleavage was even more revealed as was her lacy white bra.. She blushed as she felt Rachel's eyes on her partially revealed breasts and hurried out. It was going to be another horrible day . Rachel was in a foul mood she thought, how she hated her.

Rachel returned to her work and wondered what next she could do to humiliate the submissive Lisa. The door to her office snapped open, she looked up in anger as Lisa came in without knocking. "What the fucking hell do you think you are doing you bitch" she demanded. "There is someone to see you" said Lisa . "I told you I would not see anyone this morning bitch. Get your useless arse out of here now" snarled Rachel white with fury. Lisa ignored her and dropped some photos upside down on the desk. "You stupid insolent cunt. Get out you are fired. !" roared Rachel . Lisa remained in the room "Get out, get ou--" Rachel stopped in mid sentence as Lisa turned the photos over. Rachel looked down in horror at the pictures all of her, they were a record of her life as a slavegirl. One showed her in the present position utterly nude, hands behind her head with her pussy thrust out. Another showed her in the restaurant obviously and lewdly masturbating, there were photos of her on her knees legs wide open again masturbating for Mistress Margo's pleasure and yet others of her brand marks on her nude breasts and pussy.

Rachel was now shaking in horror as she remembered her past. Her eyes wide with fear she looked up at a leering Lisa. "What do you want" she whispered

"Let's start by getting even on the breast revealing shall we. You have been ogling mine for so long" said Lisa and reached for the neckline of Rachel's expensive blouse. Rachel slapped her hand away. "No you don't not that" she snapped her spirit returning for a moment. Lisa blushed in anger at this rebuke and stepped back. The door opened again and an icy voice commanded "Let her do it slutgirl" Rachel eyes widen in shock and horror as she saw Mistress Margo standing there. The past, the pain, the bondage, the intense shame and humiliation of slavery came flooding back. She tried to speak but no sound came as Lisa smiling grimly approached her again.

Mistress Margo took in the opulence and luxury of the office she observed the elegance and style of Rachel's clothing. She smiled grimly the slut was about to lose the clothing and leave the office for a slavegirl's cell. Margo had spent many years and a lot of money searching for Rachel now the slut was going to suffer.

Lisa reached for the neckline of Rachel's blouse again. This time there was no defiance no resistance only a low moan from Rachel as her blouse was slowly unbuttoned. She kept her eyes tightly closed as each button was undone revealing more and more of her creamy flesh and the lace of her beautiful white and expensive bra.. "Keep you eyes open. Look at me when I'm stripping you slut!" snapped Lisa. Margo smiled cruelly. Lisa was learning .

Rachel opened her eyes and looked at Lisa as ordered. Her large soft eyes were shining with the first of many tears. Lisa smiled in triumph as she ever so slowly peeled the thin blouse open. She gasped as Rachel's cleavage became visible and burnt into the top of the breasts she could see part of the brand "Property of", she pulled the flimsy bra away and read "Property of Mistress Margo". Rachel moaned . Lisa breathed deeply as she touched the burnt breast, she ran her fingers over the brand then lightly flicked the nipple. Rachel gasped at this violation of her breasts. "That's enough for now Lisa you can enjoy all of her body later" said Margo. "Just remove the slut's blouse completely"

Lisa removed the clinging blouse from an unresisting Rachel, she pushed the blouse from the slut's shoulders and pulled the garment completely off. It was like undressing a doll thought Lisa. Margo smiled as she watched them Oh how Rachel was going to suffer for her escape, what wonderful pain and humiliation was going got be heaped on her. But for now she was content to watch the slow stripping of slutgirl by Lisa. The secretary flung the discarded blouse across the room and looked at Margo. "What now?" she asked. Rachel made a small sobbing sound. She looked at Mistress Margo with moist pleading eyes and shook her head.

Margo sighed with lustful pleasure this was going to be wonderful revenge on her slutgirl, but she would wait. She would make slutgirl suffer in anticipation first. She would let Lisa enjoy herself before the real pain, the real humiliation began. "That will do for now" she said. "I must go and prepare for your homecoming. I will leave you with Lisa she may do what she likes with you slutgirl" Rachel moaned in humiliation and fear. Lisa grinned cruelly with pleasure. Margo continued "Tonight slutgirl I require Lisa to bring you to my home. I am giving a dinner party to welcome your return to slavery. Margo left she hadn't touched slutgirl and this to Rachel was even more terrifying..

The room was silent. Rachel with tears in her eyes looked down in submission. Lisa spoke "Right slutgirl" she snapped "Stand up and take off your skirt.

Rachel tried one more time "Lisa don't be stupid let me go and no more will be said about this" she said. She gasped in pain and shock as Lisa's hand lashed across her face. "The fucking skirt I want to see your legs" Lisa snarled. There was a moment's silence. This was an important moment for both of them. The two women looked at each other. Then slowly and with a sigh of submission Rachel wordlessly reached behind her back, found the zip of her skirt and pulled it down. The skirt opened and fell to the floor, Rachel stepped out of it, bent down once again revealing her cleavage and handed the skirt to Lisa. "I can't see your legs like that" sneered Lisa "Take your shoes and stockings off" Rachel didn't try to refuse, she was already slipping into her submissive mode. Already her body was feeling the whip and the chains of slavery. Already fear was her only emotion. She slipped off her shoes, unclipped her stockings from the black garter belt and peeled the stockings from her legs. "Please someone may come in, please don't let them see me like this" she pleaded.

"Come out from behind the desk slut, let me look at you" snapped Lisa. Rachel sobbed in embarrassment, never in her worst and most dominant moments had she treated Lisa with such contempt. "Please no Mistress" she said, using the term Mistress for the first time. Rachel was surprised how easily and automatically she used the term. Lisa smiled in triumph at the use of the word. "Out here slut!" she commanded. Rachel with eyes downcast moved slowly from the protection of her desk, the last symbol of her power and stood head bowed before Lisa.

The slut did look appealing thought Lisa lustfully. with her blond hair hanging down, her breasts heaving with fear under her expensive lacy white bra. her long legs now nude apart from a short crisp white half slip with the vague outline of her white panties showing beneath the slip. Lisa picked up a ruler from the desk and lifted the half slip with it. Rachel closed her eyes and moaned softly but did not resist or move as Lisa ran the ruler over her pussy.

Lisa moved the ruler slowly up Rachel's body. She traced the outline of the slut's breasts then moved up to the right shoulder strap and flicked from the creamy white shoulder .Rachel did not move but closed her eyes in embarrassment as the ruler moved to the left strap and repeated the action. The bra slipped further down the breasts revealing more of the brand marks. Rachel screamed in pain as the ruled lashed into her breasts. "I said keep your eyes open slut when I am stripping you" snarled Lisa. Poor Rachel opened her eyes and looked pleadingly at her tormenter. "Please no, please don't" she whispered.

Lisa looked at her cowering victim with sadistic pleasure. "Remove your panties and give them to me NOW SLUT" she ordered. Rachel whimpered and shook her head desperately. "NOW SLUT!! or these photographs go to your board of directors" There was a tense silence as the two women looked at each other. Then with a sigh of abject submission Rachel dropped her eyes, put both her hands under her skimpy half slip and slid them into the top of her panties. Slowly she started to ease them down her legs.

Rachel felt the reassuring pressure of the panties go as the garment slid down her legs, she bent down, picked up the discarded panties and meekly handed them in silence to Lisa... The slut looked very desirable thought Lisa.. The cruel business woman who had once forced her to wear short dresses with low necklines for her pleasure was now standing submissively before her dressed only in a white bra and a very short white lace half slip.

Lisa sat at Rachel's desk. She felt the power the desk gave. Rachel whimpered miserable as she stood almost nude before the desk. It could have only been 30-40 minutes since she had sat there herself. It seemed a lifetime ago now. "Shut up slut" snapped Lisa "Put your hands on your head dirty whore" Trembling with fear and humiliation Rachel obeyed. "Get those legs spread wide, push your pussy out to me" grinned Lisa. Again Rachel submissively obeyed. "Good" said Lisa "Now stay like that and don't fucking move"

Meanwhile Margo was preparing for the slut's homecoming. She lived in a big old house outside the city. It had large oak panelled rooms, a large private garden, which was neglected and very overgrown. The house's big appeal for a sadistic woman like Margo was it's deep and dark cellar originally for storing coal it had been converted by Margo and her friends into a dungeon. Huge evil chains hung from the walls as did several whips. A St. Andrew's cross stood in the centre of the dungeon , in one corner there was a whipping bench complete with chains at each corner and in yet another part of the dungeon there was a sight to bring fear to any slavegirl's eyes a rack with wheel and chains ready to almost tear a slavegirl apart.

Margo sighed with sadistic pleasure as she selected the heaviest whip to greet her slut with. Oh how the slavegirl was going to suffer not one part of her flesh would be spared. Lovingly she checked her branding irons and thought with pleasure of the screams and shrieks of agony these would draw from her slut. Her hand slipped to her pussy as she felt her love juices flow. She imagined her slut's flesh bubbling and blackening under the branding irons. Margo was evil, Margo was sadistic, Margo was happy as she awaited the arrival of slutgirl. Reluctantly she left the dungeon and started to ring her friends. They had heard of slutgirl. They wanted to see her fear, hear her screams, enjoy her body. They wanted to observe her complete submission.

Back in the office 4 hours had passed. Lisa was calmly reading a book, Rachel still stood in the centre of the room, the poor girl was exhausted, her hands were still on her head, her body drooped, she was covered in perspiration, her thin half slip was plastered to her damp body, her bra was still off both shoulders, her cleavage very noticeable. From time to time Lisa would get up from the desk and flick the slut's half slip up with her ruler and run it over the sobbing Rachel's pussy ,or flick the straps of the slavegirl's bra even further off her shoulders. Rachel dare not move. Lisa continued to read, Rachel was close to collapse "Please Mistress" she whispered "Please may I put my arms down I am so tired" Lisa ignored her.

Finally Rachel's ordeal came to an end or to be more accurate was just about to start. "Right slut let's go" snapped Lisa.

Lisa got up from the desk and approached Rachel. The frightened woman cowered away, but her hands remained on her head, her pussy thrust out , her eyes wide with fear, her nearly nude body wet with perspiration. Lisa drooled with lust and the power she held over her former boss. "Hands behind your back slut" she hissed. "Please no Mistress" pleaded Rachel softly. She gasped with pain as Lisa yanked her hair. "Hands behind your back NOW SLUT!" she shouted. With tears in her eyes Rachel submissively took her hands from her head and meekly placed them behind her back She sighed hopelessly as Lisa tied them tightly together. She moaned softly as the long forgotten but familiar feeling of helpless bondage returned. With a small knife Lisa calmly snipped the left strap of Rachel's bra and did the same with the right strap, she then unclipped the bra and flung it across the room. Rachel moaned as she felt the cool air of the office fan her nude breasts. The old feelings of slavery were returning. Lisa moved in front of her slave and reached for the hem of Rachel's half slip. Rachel stiffened as the hands touched her flesh then screamed as Lisa savagely ripped the flimsy garment in two. It fluttered to the floor and Rachel was completely nude and in helpless bondage again. Lisa's eyes devoured her body and her hands roughly caressed the slut's proud breasts. Rachel sobbed in humiliation at this violation but dare not move. The slut was adjusting to slavery quickly.

Lisa put a raincoat over her slavegirl and belted it tightly she pushed the empty sleeves into the pockets. "Move slut, let's go" she said. The two women moved to the lift. One in a short white dress with a low neckline the other utterly nude beneath a thin raincoat, her hands tightly bound behind her, her feet and legs bare.

Margo was very restless, she needed someone to humiliate, someone to hurt. She couldn't wait for Rachel to arrive, she needed to cause pain now. She phoned her neighbour. "Get your arse over here now slut" was all she said. Lynn froze as she heard the cold and dreaded voice. "I can't right now Mistress. I have visitors" she whispered into the phone. "Get over here NOW SLUT or I will come over for you and you certainly won't enjoy that" hissed Margo. "Yes Mistress" stammered Lynn in fear. Somehow she excused herself from her visitors and breathless with fear ran across to her owner and Mistress. Lynn was a pretty mature woman of about 45, she had brownish hair was blond streaks, firm breasts and long shapely legs. She was dressed in a simple green dress, which came to just above her knees and red shoes with no stockings, her smooth legs were bare. She wore a black bra and pantie set. As she ran through the garden to Margo's house she desperately tore at the buttons of her dress. She knew she must not waste a second before reporting to her Mistress, but she also knew that she must be utterly nude by the time she fell at Margo's feet

Faster and faster ran the frightened Lynn .Now sobbing with a mixture of fear, panic and exhaustion. She must not keep Mistress Margo waiting she must be completely naked by the time she arrives at Mistress Margo's feet. Desperately she ripped the dress off and threw it down in the garden, not stopping running for a moment she tore at her flimsy bra and threw it away. Her beautiful breasts marred only by the marks of the whip bounced free, she gasped as branches of the many bushes lashed into her tender breasts, she ripped her tiny panties in two, the pieces fell to the ground, she kicked off her shoes. She was now utterly nude, the overgrown garden tore at her nude flesh. She reached the open door of Mistress Margo's house and flung herself down on the dirty floor, her nude body heaving with exhaustion and sobs. Slowly she pulled herself across the floor. Was it possible she thought that just a few minutes ago she was chatting to friends and now a nude and frightened slavegirl was slithering across a dirty floor, her tore clothes discarded somewhere in the garden, pulling her naked body to certain pain and humiliation. Lynn began to sob.

Mistress Margo looked down at the sobbing naked woman at her feet. "Cellar slut" she said. Poor nude Lynn's heart sank. She hated the cellar, she hated the dirt, she dreaded the pain and she very much feared Margo, but she dare not refuse her Mistress anything. Wearily she pulled her nude body to the cellar steps and slithered down into the dank, dark and dirty cellar. Her bruised body reached the bottom step, she spread-eagled herself face down., her naked body pressed hard into the dirty cold stone of the floor ,she waited in horror for Mistress Margo to arrive. Sobs racked Lynn's body, her nude shoulders heaved as her tears ran onto the dirty hard floor. How she hated all this, how she hated the cruel, perverted Margo, how she wished that Margo did not have the hold over her, but Slavegirl Lynn knew that it was hopeless, whenever Margo called she must obey or risk exposure of her dreadful past. She pressed her nude breasts even further into the floor and waited for the pain to start.

Rachel and Lisa entered the lift. Two men were already in it. Both men looked leeringly at the two girls one in a short white dress with a low neckline, the other in a tightly belted raincoat with bare legs and feet. Lisa smiled at the men. Rachel kept her head down in true submission. The men did not know of course that Rachel was utterly nude and bound beneath the thin coat. They reached the carpark level. Lisa grabbed the belt of the coat "Come on slut" she said. She again smiled at the men and briefly lifted the hem of the coat. The men whistled as they saw Rachel's nudity. Poor Rachel was horrified, she blushed deep red. "Say Goodbye to them slut" hissed Lisa. "Goodbye Sirs" stammered Rachel her eyes full of tears. The girls reached Rachel's car. Lisa opened the door and pushed Rachel into the passenger seat, she slammed the door and got in the car. Rachel was struggling to sit straight in the seat but it was very difficult with her hands tied, the coat slipped up her legs. Lisa reached across and undid the two top buttons of the coat. Rachel's breasts were now quite exposed as were her thighs .With her hands bound tightly behind her she looked very desirable, very vulnerable and very frightened thought Lisa. She started the car. The journey to slavery was about to begin.

Margo slowly came down the steps into the cellar. Her heels clicked on the stone floor. Soon, she thought, her slavegirl Rachel would be here back in chains and ready to be broken again. Margo's pussy was already getting wet , her love juices were flowing, but first she must hurt Slavegirl Lynn. This little slut must suffer and scream for her. Margo selected her heaviest whip, the one she would use on Slavegirl Rachel. She had never used this whip before and was interested to see how damage it would do to a slavegirl's nude flesh.

Lynn's eyes were wide with terror, she was babbling wildly, her body was on fire from the pain, she was sobbing hysterically, her hands were raised in a pathetic attempt to save her nude defenceless body from the whip. "NO please no Mistress please don't" she pleaded. "Please I beg you no" she sobbed. Mistress Margo held the heavy whip high over her head with both hands. CRAAACCCCKKKK. it lashed into the slavegirl's naked vulnerable body again. This time it cut deep into Lynn's tender breasts, it curled viciously into her nipples. Lynn arched again, it curved up off the ground, her hands clutched at her breasts, she opened her mouth and screamed again "AAAAARRRGGGHHH" her eyes rolled in agony

Margo looked at her slavegirl as she twisted and rolled in pure agony. She listened with sadistic pleasure to her hopeless sobs, to her garbled screams, she watched as the slavegirl's nude body threshed about on the cellar floor, not caring that each move obscenely displayed her naked body .

Margo was satisfied. It was obvious that a slavegirl could only take 2 strokes maximum of this new whip. Lynn, she knew was a pain slut who craved extreme pain all the time, but even this slut could not take this whip. Margo decided that slavegirl Rachel would receive 10 stokes of this heavy whip. Then she had another idea. She kicked the threshing , moaning body.

Lynn looked up with dull defeated eyes, she was still sobbing and moaning, her breath coming in huge gasps, her hands clutching her mangled and pain filled body

"A slavegirl who escaped me is being returned today. When the slut gets here you will whip her with this whip 10 times very hard indeed" said Margo. Lynn had never whipped a woman before, but she was absolutely terrified of more whipping. She nodded "Yes Mistress" she sobbed through her tears. "If you don't whip the slut hard enough you will receive another 20 lashes with it" warned Margo. Lynn was very frightened "Yes Mistress" she moaned "I will whip the slut very hard indeed for you"

"Good" breathed Margo with lust. She was going to enjoy the return of Rachel even more than she thought . She violently kicked at Lynn. The Slavegirl rolled across the floor and lay in a nude heap completely compliant "Now get out slut I will call you when you are needed" snarled Margo. She turned and left Lynn nude and sobbing on the floor.

Wearily poor defeated Lynn staggered to her feet, she made her way back through the garden still crying hopelessly. She found her shoes and dress. She couldn't find her lingerie so she just pulled the dress over her naked whip marked body and entered her own house. Her friends had left, which pleased the slut slave. She would have hated them to see her like this, hair dishevelled, face tear stained, no lingerie on and her dress soaked and clinging to her body. She was safe for now but not for long. She shuddered as she thought of what lay ahead and started to cry again.

The more Rachel struggled in her bondage trying to get free, the more the raincoat slipped down her body. Her breasts were now completely exposed. The coat was also riding up her body. Lisa grinned at the futile attempts to escape and at the revealing of more of Rachel's body. "Carry on struggling slut" she laughed "You are doing an excellent job of stripping yourself" With a sigh of submission Rachel lay still. It was hopeless She did not move as Lisa reached across and twisted her exposed nipples.

The car arrived at the house Margo had chosen for Rachel's return to slavery. The slavegirl [for that is what she now already regarded herself] moaned in terror as she saw the thick stone walls that would ensure her screams were not heard. The car stopped. Lisa turned to her bound captive. Rachel looked at her with wide ,frightened, defeated eyes, which were filled with tears "Please no" she whispered. Lisa grinned in triumph. This was worth all the abuse she had suffered under this pathetic woman. She opened the car door. "Out slut" she snapped and pushed Rachel from the car. Unable to save herself the bound slavegirl screamed as she fell to the stony ground. She lay in a crumpled sobbing heap, face down, arms tied behind her, the raincoat now almost completely off her body. Lisa got out of the car and approached the sobbing girl. "On your feet slut" she snarled and pulled the frightened Rachel up by her hair.

Rachel sat completely nude in a cell. Her hands were still tightly bound behind her back. Her once beautifully groomed hair was a mess, her shoulders heaved with deep sobs of humiliation. Could it have been only this morning she had been a successful business woman with power and money and now she was nothing, a slavegirl about to be tortured and abused. Now she was nude and bound. The once proud woman was very frightened. Lisa had told her she was to be presented and returned to slavery. The nude and sobbing slavegirl awaited her fate

The cell door opened Rachel started with fear as Lisa entered. "Come slut it is time" she snapped. Rachel meekly allowed her self to be led out of the cell. They entered a large room classical music was playing softly, the room was dimly lit apart from a raised dais in the centre which was lit with very bright floodlights. The room was full as guests sipped champagne and chatted. The entrance of Rachel was greeted with howls of lust as the nude bound girl was pushed onto the dais, her hands were released and chained above her head. She was about to be presented.

Lynn was giving a small dinner party, her back and breasts were throbbing from the pain of Mistress Margo's whip, but she couldn't get out of the dinner . She tried to forget the pain and the dread of another call and chatted to her guests. She was dressed in a simple black sleeveless shift dress which came to just above her knees. It had a low cut neckline which revealed a little of her cleavage, she wore black stockings and black low heeled shoes , her lingerie consisted of a flimsy black lace bra and tiny black lace panties, her shortish blond streaked hair was beautifully styled.

The phone rang. "Hello" said Lynn above the happy dinner table chatter. "Now Slut" hissed the caller and the phone went dead. Lynn went white with fear. "Excuse me I must go" she stammered and ran out into the garden leaving her guests amazed.

Desperately Lynn ran through the dark and rain into Margo's large and untidy garden. Sobbing she tried to pull her cocktail dress over her head as she ran, she just must not keep Margo waiting. The rain had made the dress damp and it stuck on her head, unable to see and with her arms trapped Lynn fell to the ground, she tore the dress from her and tossed it away, the rain soaked into her nude flesh as she ripped off her bra, the rain ran down her breasts as she tore away her tiny panties, desperately she ripped at her stockings and kicked off her shoes. She was now completely nude, but also late. She left her torn and wet clothing in a heap, scrambled to her feet and ran through the garden, she moaned as the bushes tore into her tender nude breasts. Her body was by now soaked as the heavy rain ran down it, her hair was utterly ruined and a complete mess. She was breathless, nude, soaked and very frightened as she flung her self down at Mistress Margo's feet

"Get up slut to your knees" hissed Margo. Desperately Lynn scrambled to her knees, she was trembling with fear before this cruel woman. "Now crawl slut!" ordered Margo. So sobbing Lynn, who just a few moments ago was giving a dinner party, and now utterly nude crawled into the presentation room.

Another loud howl of derision greeted her pathetic entrance. Lynn blushed with deep humiliation and hoped that none of her neighbours were there, She was forced onto the stage. still nude, still on her knees.

"On your feet slut" snapped Margo. Lynn obeyed at once, the nude girl gasped as she saw poor Rachel hanging chained and helpless before her looking at Lynn with pleading ,tear filled eyes

"Right slut" breathed Margo handing the heavy whip to her slavegirl "Whip this fucking bitch senseless. We want to hear the slut scream" Rachel shook her head in terror. "No, no please no" she screamed

Sobbing and trembling with fear Lynn took the whip and approached the babbling Rachel "No , no, no please don’t" she begged.

Lynn ignored the sobbing girl’s desperate pleas, she raised the whip with both hands high above her head and lashed it down on the chained, helpless girl.

The sound of heavy leather cutting into nude female flesh was sweet music to the perverted guests, but Rachel’s reaction was even sweeter. The poor girl threw back her head and screamed, her feet stamped on the dais in agony her body jerked and twisted in it’s chains. "More , more, more" chanted the crowd. "No, no no please no" screamed Rachel.

Dully Lynn looked at Margo. "Carry on you stupid cow" snarled Margo "Who told you to fucking stop? We want the slut a sobbing, pathetic helpless mess"

The whipping continued, Lynn now just whipping almost by rote. The whip cut into Rachel’s body again and again. Not an inch of her nude body was spared. Her screams grew more and more piercing, more and more desperate until at last she could scream no more, the girl just moaned and jerked with each stroke of the whip.

Lynn dropped the whip and looked with horror at her handiwork, Rachel’s body hung limp heavily marked by the whip ,she sobbed and moaned helplessly as she hung there her humiliation complete, her nude body displayed and available to everyone. Only this morning she was a successful proud business woman and now she was a sobbing ,nude and very submissive slavegirl again. She was completely without hope.

"Welcome back to slavery" hissed the perverted Margo in triumph’

The end.[for now]