Chapter 1
Trixie shrieked as the leather strap crackled across the bare flesh of her
buttocks. She was entirely nude, hanging by her wrists, only her toes touching the wooden
floor. Again the strap seared over her flesh, and this time she surged forward as far as
the restraint would allow, her dark hair swinging about her shoulders. The girl's
wrists were cinched together with a leather belt, the belt attached to heavy chain
dangling from the high ceiling.
"What an interesting sight you make, Trixie," Elaine Stark said to her,
readying to lash at the girl yet again. "The position you're in accents the
lines of your figure in a most attractive manner."
Elaine's smile was triumphant as she flogged her victim. She had just what she
wanted, a girl who was nude and at her mercy, and this one had the sort of body that
tended to entice her. Trixie was quite young, but her figure was becoming womanly, the
breasts proud and upright, the buttocks a gentle arc.
"I didn't know that being strapped would be so awful," Trixie
breathed out between strokes of the lash.
"Goodness, you should have thought of that before you accepted my offer,"
Elaine answered, "but I think you can see that it's much too late for you to
change your mind now. After all, you've been paid well, and you certainly can't
go anywhere, can you?"
"I guess not," was all the girl could say as her feeling of helplessness
grew deeper. It was true. She'd accepted the money from this woman and agreed to be
whipped. It was part of her job.
Elaine came to this house only when she needed to hire girl-flesh. Being
independently wealthy since birth, the price was no problem, but she much preferred to
have a girl under her wing as a regular thing, a girl she could pamper and punish both.
And she already knew who her next little whipping nymph was going to be. She'd had an
eye on her for a week, watching the girl as she walked about the shopping mall, and she
was going to move in on her very soon.
The door opened, and Harriet Sloan, owner of this secret house of dark pleasures,
strolled in, a satchel slung over her shoulder. She and Elaine, both being in their
mid-forties, had been friends and business associates for a number of years. Her footsteps
made an echoing sound as the room was vast and contained not much more furniture than a
wide sofa and a coffee table that had a decanter of sherry and two glasses sitting on it.
The walls were a dark brown color, the only lighting coming from two floor lamps.
"How is this new girl working out?" she asked Elaine when she came close
to the spot where Trixie's flogging was taking place.
"Oh, she's maybe a bit reticent," Elaine said, letting the lash rest
at her side, "but I don't think it's anything that a few good whippings
can't cure. Where did you get this one?"
"Right off of the streets," Harriet told her as she set her satchel down
and poured sherry for herself and Elaine. "She came out here to Hollywood, thinking
she could get into the movies just because she has a pretty face and a pretty body."
Harriet walked over to stand close to the girl and ran her fingers up and down her
bare torso. "You didn't know that there were thousands of little lollipops who
had same idea, did you, Trixie?"
"No, Miss Sloan, I didn't."
Harriet turned to Elaine as she toyed with the hanging girl. She was pinching
Trixie's stiff nipples now, making her wince. "The only work this poor
thing's been able to find has been posing for nude photos, and that doesn't pay
enough to live here in Los Angeles. But maybe she'll make enough for a plane ticket
home by working for me."
Trixie bristled. "I won't," she said. "I can make it here. I
just need some money."
"Then you can continue working as a slave-for-hire, can't you?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And you'll cooperate with my clients and take your floggings like a good
girl, won't you?"
Trixie looked at the floor and took a deep breath before she spoke. "Yes, Miss
Sloan, I will. I'll do whatever it takes."
Harriet and Elaine both sat down on the couch, keeping their eye on the prize nude
hanging before them, engaging in some gossip and enjoying Trixie's predicament as
they sipped their sherry. They were women of murky passions, in love with dominating the
bodies of comely and nubile females.
"She sounds like a regular blonde baby doll," Harriet said with approval
once Elaine had told her about the mall girl she was planning to seduce that very night,
"and it sounds as if she's acting like a girl who's seeking discipline in
her life whether she's aware of it or not. I hope you'll bring her to see me
once you've given her a few lessons in obedience."
"Oh, I will," Elaine said, "but this afternoon, the lovely Trixie
seems to need our attention. After all, I'm renting her sweet buttocks by the hour.
Let's make certain she earns her whipping fee."
Whenever Elaine drove into the Hollywood area of Los Angeles to hire one of the
submissives that Harriet employed, both women would spend some time tormenting the girl
together. And now they prepared to give Trixie a double portion of pain.
"Let me watch while you work on her," Elaine suggested. "It seems
you're always coming up with new techniques. But I suppose that's one of the
fringe benefits of owning an escort agency that specializes in this sort of girl."
Already, Harriet was fishing about in her satchel.
Trixie's body tensed itself as she wondered what she might be in for next.
This was her first time in restraint, and the events leading up to her dangling nude in
front of these two women were blurry for her. Just that morning, she'd been asking
strangers for spare change on Sunset Boulevard, trying to get through another day.
She'd asked Harriet Sloan for a bit of small charity, and Harriet had used the
opportunity to lure the girl into the web of submission for sale, being paid to take
punishment. The amount of money had been too much for the almost-starving girl to resist.
"Let's just try these on her," Harriet was saying as she walked
toward the girl.
The tenseness drained from Trixie when she saw what Harriet had in her hands, and
she began twisting about in her bonds as if she could escape what was about to befall her.
The woman was carrying clamps, and Trixie knew just what they were for. An older
girlfriend of hers had shown her a picture of them in a magazine. They were the alligator
variety of clamp, pincers on one end, and a spring within to hold them fast.
"Perhaps your nipples would like to go first," Harriet laughed as she
applied one of the devices to the nub of the girl's left breast.
"No, not that," Trixie whined. "I'm too sensitive there."
Her words fell on deaf ears. Harriet was already clamping the girl in several
strategic spots, the other nipple, both labial lips, and, lastly, the smallest toes of
each nude foot. By this time, Trixie was struggling fiercely at the belt that held her
wrists, causing the chain to make clanking sounds.
"See how these clamps induce her to make an animated display of herself,"
Harriet was saying. "Now her body makes for a more challenging target."
Harriet had taken a braided quirt of leather from her satchel, and now she took up
a stance behind the nude girl, stationing herself to flog the buttocks.
When the sound of leather on bare girl-flesh filled the room again, Elaine relaxed
with her sherry, enjoying the show. She often thought that watching a girl being beaten
was preferable to wielding the whip herself. From a detached point of view, she was able
to appreciate the girl's body going through the throes agony, the contorted facial
expressions, the quivering flesh in its entirety. This was one of the reasons that she
kept both a butler and housemaid in her home. She could always ask one of them to
administer a flogging to one of her captive girls, and they were always more than happy to
oblige. She was the sort of woman who had to choose her household help with care. Her
lifestyle demanded it.
"Let's give her a thorough workout, Harriet," she said. "It
will help her to get used to her new duties, and I'll think of it as inspiration for
the pursuit of my mall girl."
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