Amanda
Templeton was in the worst predicament of her young life. A statuesque redhead
who stood five foot seven inches and weighed 122 pounds dripping wet, she was
in the midst of a nightmare she could have never envisioned. At twenty years
old, she had become a spoiled hell-raiser. Mainly because her mother had passed
away when she was twelve and her father was far too busy earning his fortune to
give her the attention she craved. She had set on a course of action to annoy
her father, but it backfired in a way she never expected and she realized she
was in way over her head.
She
strained against the chains that held her naked body tightly contorted. Her
wrists were manacled behind her back and hoisted up high, threaded through a
pulley in the ceiling. It pulled her so high she was bent over at the waist and
perched on her tiptoes. Her ankles were spread apart and shackled to bolts in
the cold stone floor, making it even harder to keep her feet under her.
To make
matters worse, painfully tight clamps were attached to her nipples with chains
hooked to them. They were bolted to the floor, pulling her generous breasts
down and away from her body. The gag she
wore today was the worst yet, a metal affair that fit over her teeth and forced
her mouth wide open. She was currently focused on her inability to stop her
saliva from running down her chin and dripping on the floor. Ever since she had
been trapped here she found focusing on the least humiliating or painful aspect
of her enforced bondage kept her mind from the true nightmare she now endured.
She knew
this was just the prelude to today’s torments.
It was always the same routine; she was dragged from her tiny cage after
an always too short and fitful sleep. Once she relieved herself into the hole
in the corner that passed for a toilet, she was allowed to eat. This consisted
of lying flat on her stomach and slurping up the gruel and water that were
provided in the twin bowls marked ‘bitch food’. When the bowls were licked
clean she would brace herself for the inevitable assault of cold water. She was
hosed down with a high-pressure sprayer from head to toe until her bruised and
battered skin was free of dirt and debris.
Then her real torments began.
She had
been here two weeks, but her sense of time was lost. She was kept in a dark
windowless cell beneath the chateau, and this treatment had been repeated every
twelve hours. Her body was bound and tortured for eight straight hours, and
then she would be caged for four before repeating the scenario again. She was
forced to obey through swift and strict punishment, delivered for the slightest
infraction.
During
the first few sessions she resisted, but the painful retribution this brought
on quickly divested her of any notion of disobedience. She resolved to wait
until Daddy missed her enough to look for her. She quivered at the prospect of
how long that may be, as she had well and truly insulted him this time. He had
always bailed her of trouble before, but she wondered now if she had gone too
far.
The fears
and doubts that plagued her as she suffered at her tormentor’s hands were
emotions she was unaccustomed to, having lived a privileged existence until
arriving here. She was still in shock that a man she thought she loved had
turned into a monster. She drifted back in her memories remembering how she
came to this moment and she shivered at how unsuspecting she had been.
When
Amanda told her father that she was marrying Joshua Coltrane he was ecstatic,
though he knew her intention and feigned anger instead. He berated her for
aligning with his principal competitor in business and vowed to disown her. She
didn’t care, the spoiled rich child of the successful software manufacturer
figured she would live in the lap of luxury with her new husband.
They were
married within a month, even though her father refused to attend or acknowledge
it. They flew to France to start a six-month honeymoon and tour of Europe.
Their first stop was Josh’s chateau in the wine country, where Amanda was
astounded at the beauty of his sixty-acre estate. When they arrived she met
Armand, the butler and manager of the thirty-room chateau. She also met Yvette
and Elise, the twin French girls who were the maids. Her first thoughts were
that they must go and be replaced by less attractive and more functional
servants. She could not bear the thought of her husband eyeing those sexy
French tarts.
That
first day they had a sumptuous meal and then retired to his bedroom suite. She
still couldn’t believe he chose to defer consummating their relationship until
tonight. After she told him that she was still a virgin, just after he proposed
marriage, he treated her like a delicate blossom. She thought to herself, there
are still a few gentlemen left in the world. She entered the dressing room and
donned her white lace lingerie and combed out her flaming red tresses that
cascaded to the middle of her back. Just the right hint of makeup to accentuate
her emerald green eyes and she was ready, her pussy tingled in expectation.
She found
him sitting by the fireplace in a leather wingback chair. She walked up behind
the chair, and then lowered herself to hands and knees. Crawling into his view,
she nestled herself between his legs with her head in his lap. He stroked his hand through her hair, then
reached over to the table next to the chair and handed her one of two champagne
flutes.
He
offered his glass in a toast, and said, “To us.”
She
tapped his glass and watched him as he drained it in one gulp; she followed his
lead. He then threw his glass into the fire, shattering it. Again, she followed
suit. He rose and lifted her into his arms, then carried her to the large bed.
He crawled on top of her and began passionately kissing her; her head was now spinning.
Their
tongues probed each other’s mouths in the heat of passion, but her
disorientation was increasing quickly. Her body felt leaden and soon she could
not respond to his sensual attention. He pulled back and just looked down into
her confused eyes.
He said,
“I am sorry it has to be this way, but before you can become my true mate you
need to learn what I expect. You have been a spoiled brat for too long and that
just won’t do anymore.”
She
stared up at him wanting to ask him what was going on, but her body was no
longer under her control. As darkness began to overcome her she realized he
drugged her that was the last thought she had as she fell unconscious.
The next
thing she knew as she awoke was that she wasn’t in the soft bed anymore. She
was sitting on a cold stone floor, her back propped up against a wall. When she
felt control returning to her body, she leaned forward. That movement was
abruptly stopped by the metal collar around her neck that was chained to the
wall behind her.
She
reached up and felt the cool steel that trapped her neck. She tried to focus
her still blurred vision, but the room she was in was completely dark. She felt
around and only felt smooth cool stone below and behind her. She wondered if
she had been kidnapped, until her mind focused back to the moments before she
faded out. What had Josh said to her? She couldn’t quite recall, but she was
convinced this was his doing.
“Hello!”
She yelled, “Where the hell am I? Someone please let me go!” She tried to find some way to remove the
collar, but when she felt the padlock holding it together she stopped. “Help me!” she screamed over and over.
Suddenly
two spotlights came on from in front of her, bathing her in harsh white light.
She covered her eyes and cringed from the sudden intense assault of light. Her
mind was in a whirl of confusion; she looked down and saw she was still in her
lingerie.
“Who’s
there?” She cried in a pleading voice. “Why am I chained to a wall?”
Then she
heard Josh’s voice say, “Hello pet. Welcome to your honeymoon suite.”
“Josh?
What is going on? Why have you done this?”
“It’s
really quite simple dear girl, you are a bitch and need to learn some manners.
Before we married I researched you thoroughly and determined you have
potential, but your attitude needs adjustment.”
Amanda
was in shock, who the hell did he think he was, this
was inhuman! No one ever talked to her that way, except daddy. Her fear was
quickly replaced with anger.
She
yelled back, “Fuck you Josh! When my father finds out about this he will have
you arrested!”
“The same
father you infuriated by marrying me?” he asked, nonchalantly. He continued,
“He didn’t even show up for our wedding, I would guess that it will be several
months, at least, before he evens considers seeking you out. You are here with
no options; everyone you knows expects you are touring Europe with me for the
next six months.”
As she
listened to his lecture, the reality of this situation sunk into her shocked
mind. She was really trapped; no one would be looking for her for quite a
while. Being a smart girl, she tried to appeal to him with her feminine wiles.
“Darling,
this is just wrong, I have been nothing but sweet and doting. Why would you
think I am some kind of shrew?”
“That
sweet innocent little girl act won’t work with me, I know who you really are.
It would be just a matter of time before your true self would reveal itself. I
am pre-empting that occurrence and I am doing this for your own good. You are
self-destructive and immature. It is time to learn respect and obedience.”
She was
shocked and infuriated, and blurted, “Fuck you, you prick!”
“You just
proved my point, cunt.” He said in his calmest tone.
She was
shocked to silence; never had anyone called her that before, who was this man?
At a complete loss for what to do, she cowered back against the hard wall.
After an
oppressive silence, she ventured, “What do you want from me?”
“Simple,
absolute respect and obedience. You can start to show me you understand by
removing your lingerie. I want to see what my new cunt looks like.”
She was
appalled and terrified. She considered obeying the command, but her defiant
spirit intervened.
“Screw
you asshole, if you want to see what’s under my clothes, do it yourself!”
She heard
a swishing noise and then pain erupted in her mid-section. The bullwhip came
from her right side impacting her abdomen and forcing a scream from her lips.
Her hands covered the area where it had torn through the thin lace of her teddy
leaving a stripe of burning pain on her belly.
“That is
the price of disobedience, would you like another?”
“Fuck
you!” She spat back.
CRACK,
this time the whip struck her upper arms and breasts. She lurched, but the
collar held her fast.
“Please
stop, I’ll do what you say!” She screamed as tears formed in her eyes.
“Very
well, proceed,” Josh calmly replied.
She slid
her arms through the shoulder straps and slid the now tattered teddy down her
body. Pulling it free from her ankles, she tossed it forward.
“Now the
panties.”
She slid
out of them and kicked them away. She crossed her legs and covered her breasts
with her arms.
“Now why
would you cover your best assets? Lock your fingers behind your head and spread
your legs.”
Reluctantly
she obeyed, exposing her virgin pussy and 36C breasts. Two bright red stripes
were clearly visible now. One stripe burned across her belly and the other one
just above her nipples.
“Now for
the rules cunt. First, speaking is not permitted, unless asked a direct
question. Then you may answer with ‘Yes Master’ or ‘No Master’, any additional
commentary will earn punishment. Second, follow all orders without question.
Failure to immediately obey will earn further discipline. You will be fed,
cleaned, and allowed to relieve yourself at my discretion. Any attempts to do
anything of your own free will earn correctives. You are now my slave and
learning how to properly behave will determine how much you suffer.”
Thinking
back now, she realized how easily she complied after a few punishments. She
found out quickly that the first couple of whip strikes were like kisses
compared to subsequent punishments. She knew that she was in for a long
travail, as Daddy wasn’t likely to look for her for months. She had to be
strong and survive, she told herself, but doubts crept into her mind every time
she was tortured.
Every
session was more extreme than the last one; she learned new ways to suffer
every time. Right now her shoulders and feet ached from the strain, but she
knew worse would come, it always did. One thing she wondered about was why had
they not taken her virginity? Her cunt had been clamped, whipped, and hot
waxed, but not yet violated. She wasn’t
even sure who tortured her. No one talked to her, except for short commands. It
may have been Josh, but she often thought Armand was also part of this. The
fact that it was always near dark in this room and her tormentor wore a hood
made it impossible to be sure.
For now
she did what she always did, wait and endure the pain. It surprised her that
she seemed to building a tolerance to the torture. Even this insane stance she
was in now, seemed bearable. It was just when they attacked her pussy or
nipples that she wished she could just die. Whipping her skin had become
commonplace, just a painful annoyance at this point.
The door
clanged open and she braced herself for the next torture, not even bothering to
look up and see the masked tormentor. She heard the clicking of the winch, as
her arms were pulled even higher up, nearly lifting her off the floor. She
grunted at the strain, but remained otherwise stoic. Then she felt the strands
of the cat stroke her back as a slow methodical whipping commenced on her
already striped flesh. They always started slow, and then built up the
intensity and strength of the blows.
Something
happened next that truly surprised her; she felt feminine hands on her ass
cheeks. Looking down between her legs she saw a naked girl kneeling behind her
just as she felt velvet soft lips engulf her exposed clit. She gasped as the
pain in her back was juxtaposed by the gentle attention to her sex. The girl’s
hands began kneading her ass cheeks as she ate out the inexperienced girl.
Soon, Amanda was panting passionately, even though the sting of the whip
remained insistent.
Her two
tormentors worked her over like this for a long while, and eventually her
resistance to the attention to her passionflower began taking control. The whip
strikes were coming harder and faster, as the naked girl’s tongue stirred her
into a sexual frenzy.
Amanda
was nonplussed, she was angry with herself that she felt any pleasure at all.
Her body was betraying her. At least her suffering made it easier to keep her
waning anger alive, but now they took advantage of her helplessness to give her
pleasure against her will.
When the
orgasm hit her, she trembled and convulsed from the intensity of it. She had
masturbated herself to orgasm, but it never had this effect on her. She quivered as the girl; mission
accomplished, backed away and left her alone with the wielder of the whip. He soon
stopped and left her, plunging the cell into complete darkness when he closed
the door. Her mind was in turmoil, she had come to terms with her situation,
but now there was something new to process.
A girl!
She thought as she felt the quivering in her pussy begin to subside as the
orgasm faded. The idea they could so easily make her react like that terrified
her; it actually felt good, too good. Accepting the pain and torture seemed
justifiable, but to enjoy herself at all in this insane world terrified her.
She quietly cried, feeling more mental anguish than physical pain.