Lights and cameras were set up around the suspension
chain and harness. Aimee would be photographed while strapped into this
harness. The photos would be those of punishments and authentic whippings to be
published for connoisseurs of the flagellation arts.
This chamber of the
mansion had once been a ballroom but now lay dismal and dusty save for the
photo areas. A burly man, wearing a hood, led Aimee in, holding her by the
wrist.
The Chinese girl cried
out when she saw that she was being led to the harness and chain.
"No, please do not
put me in that!" she shrieked.
The hooded man simply
laughed at her efforts to resist. When her bare feet slipped from beneath her,
he simply dragged her along by her wrist.
"Keep it up and
you'll spend another night caged," he told her.
The girl's dusky body
was covered only by a scanty piece of white cloth, filthy and frayed. It had
been wrapped around her hips and through her smooth crotch, loincloth style.
Edmund Flint, the
photographer, looked up from the lights he was adjusting when he heard the
commotion at the other side of the ballroom. His eyes gleamed when he saw the
young beauty being brought into this arena of horrors.
Aimee, barely into her
late teens, was fine of form and slender, but her body was becoming contoured.
Her black lustrous hair hung almost to her waist and her round smallish breasts
gave her a nubile appearance. She had a finely chiseled face with large,
questioning eyes that contributed to her childlike appearance of innocence.
"Take no nonsense
from that little whore, Lothar," Edmund told the man who had charge of the
girl. "She'll be harnessed whether she likes it or not."
He snatched up a
hand-held camera and took a few shots of Aimee being hauled along. Realism was
one of the trademarks of his work and pictures of a girl being dragged to her
fate would fetch a handsome price.
Yes, Aimee had been
fixed into the dreadful harness before, flogged and tortured while in its
straps, tormented by both men and women, penetrated by complete strangers. She
knew well how it felt to dangle helplessly at the end of the chain.
Once the girl was in
the photo area, Edmund lifted the harness from the hook at the end of the
suspension chain.
"Please don't do
this to me," Aimee pleaded as Lothar pulled her to her feet.
The two men ignored her
pleas and forced her arms into the leather device. The straps went behind her
neck, criss-crossed her breasts then went under arms to fasten in the back with
a buckle. They cinched this an extra notch, causing the leather to bite into
the tender flesh. Then they bent the girl's arms up at the elbows, crossed her
wrists and secured them into a small leather belt sewn into the back of the
harness. This buckle they fastened doubly tight. Edmund liked his models to
wince with authentic pain.
With the girl now
harnessed, Lothar pushed her to stand by the chain. He looped the hook at the
end through a ring sewn into the back of the harness.
Aimee knew that she was
about to be lifted. "Don't do this to me," she pleaded once again.
But her pleas did no
good. Edmund was already at a large, wooden crank-handle mounted on a
yellowing, marble column. When he began turning the handle, the ominous
clanking sound of rusted gears came from within the high ceiling and the chain
began to tighten, lifting Aimee upward. Edmund didn't cease cranking until she
was up on the ends of her nude toes.
Her body was taut now,
the sinews of her brown flesh strained and knotting beneath the skin while her
toes skittered at the cracked marble of the floor.
Edmund went to a
tripod-mounted camera. "Strip her down," he said to Lothar.
"Teen-girls need to be naked."
The camera began
clicking as the hooded Lothar took up a stance in front of the girl. The black
hood revealed only his eyes, mouth and nostrils, but Aimee could see that he
wore a cruel expression that showed he was clearly pleased with his task. He
undid the knot that held the ragged loincloth together and then pulled it
slowly away, completely Aimee's nudity and exposing her smooth pubis.
"I'm sure you'll
be more comfortable this way," he said as he tossed the tiny piece of
cloth away.
He stood aside as
Edmund took a few photos of the girl just dangling there.
"Is she shaved
regularly?" Edmund said from behind the camera, commenting on Aimee's
hairless pussy.
"No need for
it," Lothar replied. "This young thing hasn't sprouted any hair yet.
Some Oriental girls never do."
"Didn't know that.
I thought they shaved as a matter of custom."
"Yes, most do.
Some never have to bother."
Resigned to her
predicament, Aimee was now motionless.
"Time to get this
pretty thing moving about," Edmund said. "How about working on
her?"
"My
pleasure," Lothar said as he advanced toward the girl. "What shall we
do with her?"
"Anything you
like. I want some pictures of genuine suffering. Torture the little slut any
way you have to."
Lothar reached out a
beefy hand and grasped the bare pubis before him, squeezing the outer lips
tightly together until Aimee gasped.
"Owww!" she
cried out. "Please!"
Then Lothar began doing
what he loved best, tormenting a naked and helpless young girl. He used his
hands on her first, pinching and twisting her bare flesh. He walked around her,
agonizing her breasts, her torso, her bottom.
Aimee squirmed beneath
his fingers, her body wriggling from side to side in an effort to avoid the
cruel treatment.
Edmund kept the camera
clicking nonstop, capturing each second of it.
"What she needs a
decent beating," Lothar said as he went to a nearby table and picked up a
long lash-strap. The strap was well oiled and supple. He doubled it over in his
hands, preparing to whip the girl.
He stood to one side,
the lash held aloft.
"I beg you to not
whip me," Aimee cried. "I've done nothing!"
"You work as a
photo model, my girl," Edmund chuckled. "Taking floggings is part of
it. Stop trying to shirk your duties."
"But I didn't know
about this," Aimee wailed. "I didn't ..."
But she wasn't able to
finish. The strap sailed through the air and struck her shoulders with a loud
smacking sound.
"Owwh!" the
girl cried. "No!"
It was an unusual
tableau being enacted in the antiquated ballroom, a gray-haired man taking
photos of a hooded figure whipping a youthful female nude who was harnessed and
suspended.
After lashing the strap
over the whole of the girl's back, Lothar concentrated on her bottom cheeks
only until the tawny flesh took on a deep red color. Aimee arched her body, the
pubis thrusting itself outward, breasts heaving high.
She was very bare and
very helpless. She had no choice but to accept whatever they did to her. She
was theirs to do with as they chose and they were men who had strange ideas of
pleasure. Both were relishing her suffering, their eyes gleaming at the sight
of her body twisting beneath the punishment.
When Lothar ceased the
flogging, Aimee's body continued to writhe about just as if she were still
under the whip. Her breath was still coming quickly, her little toes wiggling
at the floor.
"I need a break
from being in front of these hot photo lamps," Lothar said as he stepped
out of the posing area.
Aimee was left to
swelter in her bondage.
A woman appeared from
the other side of the ballroom. She was dressed in a severe outfit of black
pants and matching jacket. Her red hair was pulled straight back. Aimee felt
terror at the very sight of her. It was Vanessa, a woman who often helped in
these posing sessions, someone who delighted in the torture of young girls.
"Is Aimee behaving
herself?" she asked as she drew near.
Edmund was busy
changing the lighting, moving one of the lamp stands. "She's been easy
enough to handle since we harnessed her," he said, "but she was
somewhat less than cooperative on her way here."
Vanessa went to stand
before the girl. "Did you like being in a cage last night, Aimee?"
she asked.
"No!" the
girl gasped out.
"Well, that's
where disobedient young ladies wind up," Vanessa laughed.
"Personally, I think you look rather appealing when you're caged, so you'd
better not give me an excuse to put you in one again tonight."
"No, I will do as
I am told."
The day before, Aimee
hadn't followed a command fast enough to suit Vanessa and the woman had ordered
her to be taken to the cellars of the old mansion and locked into a cage of iron
not much bigger than a small bathroom. There, clad only in her loincloth, Aimee
had spent the night sleeping on a thin pallet of straw. Guards had taunted her
off and on until dawn, reaching in to fondle her.
Vanessa was holding
several iron clamps. "Can you hoist her up for a toe-clamping?" she
said to Lothar. "Maybe having her feet fastened into some iron will cure
her of being so frisky."
Lothar leaned into the
crank-handle and Aimee was raised yet again. This time Lothar didn't cease
turning the handle until her feet were about a yard off of the floor.
Vanessa advanced toward
the girl, grabbed Aimee's left ankle and placed one of the clamps on the
smallest toe of the foot, turning the screw that tightened the small torture
device.
"Awwh," Aimee
sighed.
This just made Vanessa
smile. She grabbed the other ankle and tightly clamped the smallest toe of this
foot. Finished with the toe clamps, she ordered the girl to cross her ankles
and, when Aimee complied, she cinched them together with a short belt. Then,
with a leather strap, she tied the ankles up to the harness, pulling until the
girl's body was in a half-bow, the feet stretched upward, the legs spread open
somewhat.
The pain running
through Aimee's toes was constant and it caused her to sway back and forth, her
long hair waving gently over her back.
"I'm getting some
great shots of this, Vanessa," Edmund commented from behind the tripod. He
was photographing the entire scene, catching every second of Aimee's suffering.
At a signal from
Vanessa, Lothar lowered the girl until her pussy was at about the height of a
person's waist. Then Vanessa walked to the front of the girl and grabbed at the
pubic mound. She twisted the smooth flesh in a rough and intimate manner,
stimulating the rounded hillock.
"Just as I
thought," the woman said. "This little whore's getting wet. She's
able to cum while someone's beating her."
It was very true. Even
at this tender age, Aimee was a highly sensuous being, her flesh sensitive to
touch. The pain of the lash scorching across her rear could penetrate to her
pubis and cause her to orgasm.
Vanessa was now opening
the outer folds of the pussy and pinching on the already-stiff clit, causing
the nub to grow painfully swollen.
"No ..."
Aimee murmured, but her body was moving under Vanessa's fingers.
This was stark
humiliation for the suspended girl. As she twisted in her agony, surrounded by
three fully clothed people, all of them so much older than she and all enjoying
her naked shame.
"We don't want you
to be so anxious, my girl," Vanessa said as she removed her fingers and
walked away.
The woman went to the
equipment table and brought back a leather shaft shaped like a man's penis.
"This is what you
need, Aimee," she said as she held the tool up.
Without ceremony,
Vanessa began wedging the shaft into the opening of the Chinese girl's small
crevice, pushing it in forcefully an inch at a time.
Already, the girl's
pussy had gone into surface orgasms that caused her to struggle at her bonds.
And when the shaft was finally planted firmly into her, she went into small and
rippling orgasms, one following another.
"It's so ...
big," the girl mumbled.
"So glad you
approve," Vanessa smirked. "It's just like having a dick stuck into
you, isn't it?"
Aimee's body had begun
pumping back and forth, her long hair falling forward and over her breasts.
Edmund couldn't click his camera fast enough. The underground publishers were
going to fall all over themselves to buy up these pictures. They'd pay a
handsome price for them too.
"That's perfect, Vanessa,"
he said. "Give her a fucking with that thing."
The dangling girl was
breathing heavily now, wriggling in the harness as her juices flowed freely.
Her orgasms were making her flesh spasm even as the clamps continued to torment
her wiggling toes.
Vanessa pulled the
shaft out and stared at it.
"Goodness, look at
this," she said. "This girl seems to have gotten my toy all wet.
Well, she'll just have to clean it off."
She pressed the shaft
to Aimee's parted lips and pressed it inward.
"Lick it off, you
slut," she said. "Clean it!"
With the shaft being
pushed at her, Aimee was forced to open her mouth. Fearing punishment, she
quickly began using her tongue and lips to lick and suck her own cream from the
leather tool.
"That's a good
girl," Vanessa cooed and then laughed. "Suck like a whore."
When she was satisfied
that the shaft was clean, Vanessa removed it and laid it aside.
"Can I ask you to
leave her harnessed once you're done with taking pictures of her?" she
said to the two men as she strode from the ballroom. "I want to her to
learn a lesson or two in obedience."
Edmund and Lothar said
they would, but their attention was on Aimee. They had still more plans for
her.
As Edmund was reloading
the camera, Lothar went to stand in front of the girl and her eyes grew wide
when she saw that he was taking his large, erect member from his trousers.
"But ..." she
said.
"No buts about
it," Lothar chuckled. "It's time for you to take a real fucking
now."
He reached around
behind her, took hold of the upturned feet and pulled her toward himself,
aiming his prong at the centre of her moist crevice. He jammed it at her,
prodding until he'd buried himself in the warm folds.
Aimee couldn't control
her body. At the first touch of the man's member, her loins went into a fresh
series of orgasms, these far stronger. The frightening hooded face was right
next to hers and she could feel Lothar's hot breath. His hands were squeezing
her tortured feet, causing her to thrust herself at him.
Lothar was so
stimulated from lashing the girl and seeing her degraded with the leather shaft
that he spent himself in her pubis almost immediately.
"Such a tight
little whore you are," he hissed as his fluids flowed into her.
Done with satisfying
himself, he removed his manhood from her dripping slot. "I'm finished with
her, Edmund," he said. "She's all yours."
"Thanks. I can
take care of things from here on in."
"Enjoy
yourself," Lothar replied with a short laugh and left the room.
Edmund came from behind
the mounted camera. "Well, it looks like we're all alone," he said to
the Chinese girl as he went to the crank-handle.
He raised her until her
feet were high. Then he came over, released her from the ankle restraints and
removed the toe clamps. When Aimee let her legs relax, her feet were well off
the floor.
Edmund returned to the
handle and turned it. "Down you go, posing girl," he said.
He lowered her until
the tips of her toes were able to touch the hard floor.
Aimee's ordeal was far
from over. Edmund was lifting a braided, leather quirt from the table. He was a
man who loved his craft. Taking photos of bound girls was more than a vocation
for him. It was his passion. He derived a tremendous gratification from
inflicting suffering on the flesh of helpless, young girls. And he could hardly
ask for more than a nude and harnessed Chinese teen-girl!
He wanted to flog her
himself rather than watch, to make her writhe beneath the leather punishment.
"Your luscious
titties seem to have been neglected," he said as he took up a stance in
front of her, running the end of the quirt gently over the tender breast-flesh.
"Well, I'll just give them a good whipping."
Aimee flinched from the
quirt. "But you're taking no photos," she whined. "Why must you
whip me?"
"You're in no
position to question what I do to you," he said as he swung the leather
instrument over her left breast. "You'll take the quirt and you'll learn
to like it."
He whipped at both
rounded fruits until they were red with stripes, the nipples becoming hard and
swollen, causing Aimee to shriek. Her cries rang out through the deserted
ballroom.
"It hurts so
much," she wailed. "Please stop!"
But Edmund flogged the
girl thoroughly, striping her legs and the wet pubis, even striking at the
flailing feet.
Aimee thrashed in the
harness, causing the chain to rattle. Her black tresses waved wildly about as
she fought for escape, but there was no avoiding the cruel quirt. She was at
Edmund's mercy.
As he flogged his
victim, Edmund's lust for her grew. In his way of thinking, a girl in agony was
a most desirable object.
When he was done with
the whipping, he set the quirt aside and went to stand behind the twisting
girl. After removing his stiff member from his trousers, he grabbed her by the
hips, readying to invade the rear.
"Not this,"
Aimee moaned when she felt his prong at the opening to her anus.
"Your other
openings have already been used this morning," he growled. "I want a
fresh one."
The little opening was
ever so small and it was with a mighty effort that Edmund was able to penetrate
it. But he managed and began screwing into the anus.
"A good
ass-fucking is probably just what you need," he said as he enjoyed this
total mastery of his captive.
Aimee's body responded
with a mind of its own and the bittersweet pain in her rump quickly spread to
her pubis, tossing her into orgasms once again. These swept throughout her
crotch region and into her backside.
She'd gone into anal
and bottom-orgasms that made her scream with both pain and a strange pleasure.
"What are you
doing to me?" she cried out.
"You know just
what I'm doing," Edmund chuckled as he unleashed his load of cream into
the very centre of her body. "I'm giving you just what a girl like you
needs."
Once he was done using
his cock on her, Edmund packed up his cameras and prepared to leave. He left
Aimee harnessed, still suspended at the end of the chain.
"You heard what
Vanessa said," he remarked as he left. "Perhaps she's right. Staying
harnessed for a while might teach you some obedience."
Then Aimee was alone,
hanging limply in the harness, balanced on the ends of her toes. Juices oozed
from her mouth and anus and the liquid flowed from her pubis, dripping to the
floor. Her punished flesh throbbed and glowed in the gloomy ballroom.
The only sound in the
cavernous room was her ragged breathing. She'd been used fully.