Chapter 1: Nightmare becomes reality
His name was Jake and he was watching the hog-tied girl squirm on the cot. She was
easy prey and snatching her was easy. It amazed him how simple it was to capture young
girls; she was his thirtieth. His job was the procurement of slaves for wealthy clients
and he was one of the best. Usually they asked for a ‘type’ of girl; hair color,
proportions, breast sizes were given to him and he would find a match. Not this time
though, his client wanted Dee Evers and he was happy to accommodate, for twice his usual
fee. He had just called the client informing him of the acquisition. He set up the
delivery date for two weeks from now.
Jake always took two weeks from abduction to delivery. He specialized in the
initial breaking and training of slaves. His approach was always successful and it gave
him insurance that by the time he delivered them to the client, they would be well on the
way to accepting their new role in life. He wondered why this client had picked this
particular girl, nothing special about her he thought. She was just an average college
kid, though she was beautiful. He glanced at the monitor again, noting that the struggling
only last a few minutes. It was a sign that this one was smart enough to know when she was
trapped.
Dee Evers, a twenty year old college sophomore, was blonde haired, blue eyed and in
a world of trouble. Her five foot eight inch 125 pound body was hog-tied as she laid on
belly in fear of what would happen to her. Was she kidnapped and held for ransom? Not
likely, dad was not rich; he barely had enough money for her to go to college. She worked
as a waitress for extra spending money. She prayed it wasn’t a serial killer that had her,
ready to torture then kill her. As she thought horrible thoughts, she lay there crying and
wishing she would just wake up in her dorm.
Satisfied that all was ready, he left the small room he used to monitor his
‘dungeon’, the basement of his house in the mountains. It was an ideal location with
twenty acres surrounding the house and a private road a mile long leading to the nearest
public roadway. His closest neighbour lived four miles further down the mountain. His
property was the last before the road ended and became a dirt path leading into the
wilderness. The house itself was nondescript, a simple looking mountain log home. He had
it built after his seventh acquisition, when he decided to pursue this ‘career’
permanently. It was a perfect place to train unwilling girls with no worries about them
escaping or alerting neighbours to what went on here.
He walked to his large living room, where a roaring fire danced in the fireplace
and he sat in a large leather chair. Picking up a remote control, he depressed a red key
and a winch lowered a small metal cage to the floor in front of him. He opened the cage
door and a willowy redhead crawled out and kneeled in front of him. She patiently waited
for her orders.
Her name used to be Barbara Wiley. Now she answered to slave, slut, cunt, or any
other demeaning word Jake chose to call her. She was the tenth woman he had captured and
he took her for his personal use. She was in constant fear of his wrath, as he tortured
her mercilessly. In evidence today were multiple welts lacing her body. He always beat her
soundly just before a new capture; it focused her desire to train the new arrival. She
knew it would spare her some torment while the new one was here.
“There is a new slut in the dungeon, still wrapped up from her journey. Put on your
leathers and welcome her to her new life,” said Jake. He put his boot up to his slave’s
face.
She kissed the sole and said, “Yes Master.” She crawled from his feet to the small
room she was allowed when Jake granted her freedom from the cage. She quickly dressed in
her leather boots, corset and black leather gloves. Her outfit left her breasts, pussy and
ass clearly visible. She was never allowed to cover what Jake called, ‘the only things you
have worth a damn’.
She took her leather flogger, hanging it from a ring on the side of her corset and
went down to the dungeon. She threw open the door to the cell where the new slaves were
stored. It clanged as it hit the wall, startling the terrified Dee.
She looked over to the silhouette standing in the doorway and felt her terror rise.
She tried to plead through the tape welding her mouth shut. She began struggling again as
the woman entered her cell staring down harshly at her hog-tied form.
“Listen carefully cunt,” the imposing woman said,” first thing you need to learn is
how to listen. “She took her flogger and tapped her palm with it. “You have been acquired
by my Master, probably for some rich old fart who likes docile young girls. I am here to
begin training you in your new role and will not hesitate to punish unacceptable
behaviour.” She turned so her striped ass could be seen clearly by Dee and continued,
“Master placed these marks on me and I have the privilege to administer the same to you. I
enjoy whipping sluts who can’t follow orders. So it is best you do as I say and you may
save your pretty skin. Am I understood?”
Dee was in shock and completely terrified, this was worse than she imagined. She
nodded a yes, fearing that failure to offer a reply would cause the woman to strike her
with that awful looking whip.
“Good,” said Barbara, “now I’m going to untie you. You will not say a thing or
plead your case. I have heard it all before. If you attempt to overpower me, or try any
form of escape, Master will be waiting to show you the error of your ways.” She then began
undoing the ropes that bound Dee. Once she was free the tape was roughly ripped from her
face.
“Please,” was all Dee got out before the flogger struck her. It sent pain into her
back and a scream from her lips.
“I warned you,” said Barb as she stepped back a pace from where Dee now started to
sit up. “Now strip.”
Dee was perplexed, she felt an urge to run, but was too afraid. As if under some
type of spell she began unbuttoning her blouse. She was trying to think of a way out of
this nightmare. She decided that obeying this woman’s orders was the best way to buy
time.
“Quickly slut, I don’t have all day. Just put your clothes on the cot next to you,”
said Barb as Dee removed her top. Next she fumbled with her jeans; managing to slide out
of them. The impatient women tapped her toe and spun her flogger around making ominous
swishing noises. Her shoes were missing already so she took off her socks, then she
paused.
The flogger caught her unprepared, right across her exposed belly. She screamed
again leaping back to the wall next to the cot wrapping her hands around her burning
abdomen.
“I said strip, that means everything, including underwear and jewellery. You dumb
cunt!” barked Barbara. She truly enjoyed dishing out abuse rather than receiving it.
Dee was dazed, but removed her earrings and the bracelet she wore. She reached
between her breasts and unhooked her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders. As she
raised her arms to instinctively cover her breasts, Barbara interrupted, “Don’t try and
cover up. I will have to whip you again if you do. You need to get used to being naked and
available.” Dee dropped her hands to her sides and worked her panties off. She then made
sure everything she had worn was piled next to her.
“Good, now stand and face the wall, hands behind your back,” she commanded her new
trainee.
Dee got to her feet and turned to face the wall. She placed her hands behind her
back, just above her ass. With deft expertise Barbara locked her wrists together with
leather cuffs. Attaching a three-foot chain to them she hoisted her arms up, linking the
chain to a hook in ceiling. Dee was still in shock and by the time she realized what was
happening, she was bent over on her tiptoes. Her arms were cruelly pulled back and up
towards the ceiling. Barbara knelt behind her attaching ankle cuffs and a two-foot
spreader bar, making her position even more precarious.
The strain on Dee was tremendous never having experienced a position like this. As
she tried to come to terms with what just happened she felt Barbara’s gloved hands roaming
her body. She stepped up to Dee’s protruding ass and reached under her to grope her
dangling breasts. She kneaded the generous and soft flesh roughly, then pinched her
sensitive nipples. Natural and ample enough for binding with thin ropes, Barbara thought.
She loved the sight of tightly bound and bloated breasts. She knew from experience how
sensitive to pain tits became when tightly constricted.
She stepped back and knelt between Dee’s legs inspecting her anus and pussy. One
finger jammed half way into her ass elicited a squeal and an attempt to wiggle free.
Barbara quietly rose and proceeded to lash Dee’s rear with twenty hard and quick strokes.
The pain was incredible and Dee nearly dislocated her shoulders as she squirmed during the
lashing. Her screams were music to Barbara’s ears. She knew quick and intense punishment
was Jake’s preferred method to break down a girl’s will.
Dee was crying when Barbara finished the twentieth stroke. Her ass was a blazing
dark red from the force of the blows. Her tormentor now changed her approach. Kneeling
behind Dee using her tongue to explore her pussy. At first it was dry and tight. Barbara’s
expert tongue quickly had it responding and lubricating. Dee was in a haze of pain. She
barely noticed Barbara’s actions until her clit was sucked into her mouth, sending sparks
of pleasure up her spine.
“Stop!” she yelled. It was followed by her scream as her ass absorbed a hard slap
from Barbara’s gloved hand.
“Quiet slut, another word and I will whip your tits just like I whipped your ass,”
commanded Barbara. Then she went back to work on her pussy. She circled her vulva slowly
and gently. Dipping her tongue into her snatch after each slow turn, then up to her
engorged clitoris. She suckled it, flicking her tongue over it as she gently held it in
her mouth. Dee’s cunt began responding with a milky discharge. Barbara lapped it out of
her quim, causing Dee to begin moaning in pleasure.
Soon she was fighting back the pleasure. How could she enjoy being treated like
this, bound with a woman eating her pussy? Her mind was in turmoil. She tried to ignore
the feelings, but the mouth on her pussy was persuading her body to accept the pleasure
she felt. Finally she succumbed to the oral attentions and a strong orgasm enveloped her.
It felt like warm fingers spreading over her body, emanating from her pussy.
Barbara knew the girl was coming as her pussy began to twitch and her dew pulsed
out. She smiled as she continued to suckle her clit, loving the moans and muscle spasms
she caused. She dipped her finger in the now juicy pussy. She withdrew it covered in the
silky wetness of her arousal. This time she slowly worked it up Dee’s asshole. Though she
tensed slightly, she quickly relaxed as the finger disappeared into her. After working it
back and forth several times, she removed it and stood up.
“I have seen quicker learners and slower ones. If you don’t want me to scar you for
life, I expect you to listen more attentively. Now I’m going to leave you like this to
think about your situation. Remember that you have NO control anymore. The sooner you
realize it, the sooner you will learn to survive.”
Barbara picked up the pile of clothes and left Dee semi-suspended, bent over the
cot. She returned to her Master. Dee was uncomfortable, but not yet in pain from her
enforced stance. Her mind was a blur, her ass still stung, but her pussy was so satisfied.
She was not a virgin and had several sexual partners, but never did she have an orgasm
like that one. She was in a tumult of confusion; bound, beaten and yet aroused like never
before.
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