I have an oak paneled wall in my study that I call the ‘punishment wall’ and after I
returned to my study I put it to use. I ordered Vera and Violet to mount Ella to the wall
in a rather distressful position. After she was stripped her ankles were cuffed and
secured to eyebolts mounted several feet apart near the top of the wall. They also cuffed
her wrists and pulled them straight out from her shoulders before locking them to the
wall. Then they added one-pound weights to Ella’s nipple rings, pulling them down toward
her face.
Once Ella was secure I handed Vera and Violet small floggers and said, “Pink her up
before our guest arrives. Keep it up once she is here, I will tell you when to stop.”
I was addressed with three simultaneous, ‘Yes Master,’ and then the sound of
leather striking flesh. I always enjoy that sound and mixed with Ella’s moans of arousal,
the girl is quite the pain slut you know, it was quite a stimulating environment. I sat
behind my desk and looked in on my other slaves and how they were handling sweet Rika. I
had to smile as I saw how my girls were controlling my most recent acquisition.
Apparently they did not want to hear Rika complain, since a large red ball gag was
strapped inside her mouth. The table had been returned to horizontal and her ankles had
been released. But they were now sheathed in leather cuffs and hoisted up with a chain
toward the ceiling, lifting Rika’s bare rump off of the tabletop. As I watched my pets
work, they started securing wide leather cuffs to her wrists, even while they were still
bolted to the wooden table.
They were not only preparing Rika to be moved, they were demonstrating how we would
never give her any chance for escape. With her ankles suspended above her now, she was
starting to realize that being freed from her bondage would not happen. This was always a
sobering moment for my new recruits, learning how easily we could manipulate them and keep
them restrained at the same time. New recruits, especially ones like Rika, needed to learn
that their freedom was gone and anything they did was at my discretion.
Once her cuffs were strapped to her wrists, Amber and Eve removed the U bolts
holding them to the table while dragging her arms down below her raised buttocks, then
locking them together. Rika struggled against my slaves when her wrists were freed from
the bolts, but she was no match for them and once they were connected beneath her rump,
she was helpless again. They lowered her legs then, trapping Rika’s hands beneath her ass.
Before disconnecting the link that held her ankle cuffs together, an eighteen-inch hobble
chain was fitted to the rings mounted to the inner sides of her ankle cuffs. Once the
connecting link was removed Rika gained enough mobility to walk, but not enough to cause
any trouble.
They pivoted the table back up and helped Rika to stand and I enjoyed the look on
Rika’s face as she confronted the fact that she was still powerless to resist them. Amber
stood behind Rika, while Eve took up the position in front of her, and together they
secured a wide leather collar around her throat. It had a large metal ring stitched into
it just below her chin. Amber forced Rika to bend over while Eve attached a four-foot
chain between the collar ring and the middle of her hobble chain, leaving Rika unable to
stand up straight. Then Amber attached another chain between Rika’s wrist cuffs and
fastened that one to the hobble, creating an opposing force between the two chains.
Forced to remain stooped over, Rika’s fleshy tits hung down below her chest,
dragged even further by the clamps and weights still attached to her nipples. Rika’s face
was damp from her continuous crying, a result I fully expected. She was facing a level of
pain and cruelty she never could have envisioned and her reaction was normal. Eve attached
a leash to her collar and with Amber following them she began to lead our guest back to
me. Though it was not a long walk, the manner in which Rika was forced to shuffle forward
was a lesson in itself. By the time they reached my study, the once proud model was
looking much more like a humble slave, though that was simply an outward appearance for
now.
The door opened and Eve strutted in, leading poor Rika who was trying hard to keep
her nipple clamps from swinging too much. She saw me first, but the sound of the floggers
smacking against Ella’s reddening flesh caught her attention and she looked at the
inverted girl against the wall. She only looked at her for a moment before returning her
tear filled gaze to me. Eve tugged the hobbled girl right up to my desk and handed me her
leash.
I pulled Rika forward until her breasts hung over the front of my desk and then I
tugged downward, allowing her to rest the weights on the top of it. Eve and Amber stood on
both sides of her, each of them grabbing a handful of Rika’s hair and holding her head up
to face me. She was consumed by sheer terror at that moment, any fight she may have had
was being ruthlessly quashed by her current predicament.
“As you can see my dear, we have absolute control over you and that will never
change. You might still be thinking that someone as rich and powerful as you will
eventually be rescued, but that is not true either. Watch this,” I said, as I turned the
screen of my laptop toward her.
It took two days to pass Rika through the many hands that eventually delivered her
to me, and in that time her disappearance had come to dominate the news.
Rika stared at the screen in total shock, as she heard the newscaster’s report
about how her sailboat was found weather beaten and abandoned fifty miles off the coast of
Marseilles. The report indicated that she left the city with her bodyguard Hugo and both
were now considered missing at sea, and though a massive search was underway, hopes of
finding them were slim. This was attributed to the fact that the lifeboat and all the life
vests were still on board. Speculation was that the pair was swept overboard into the
stormy sea and their chance of survival was slight.
When the report ended I closed the computer and stared at my captive, now fully
aware that her whereabouts were not even close to where people were looking. The look on
her face was close to utter despair, but I was about to strip away the last vestige of her
hope.
“Wondering what happened to Hugo?” I asked.
She just stared at me; clearly afraid to find out, probably expecting I did
something heinous to him. I let that fear build inside her tortured mind, now that she
knew that her abduction was an elaborate diversion designed to make the world believe she
drowned at sea. It was a beautifully designed plan and the anguish creeping over Rika’s
face proved it was working on many levels, like it was meant to do.
Once I was satisfied that she was on the brink of panic, I said, “Hugo is fine and
living in quiet seclusion on a tropical island. You see, he was the key to my successful
procurement of you. Maybe if you had not treated him like a dog, he may have ignored my
proposal. But he gladly drugged you instead and whisked you off that boat, just before the
storm hit. As you can see, everyone is looking for both of you in a place not even close
to where you actually are.”
A muffled, “No!!!” escaped from behind her gagged lips, as she heard the cruel
truth. Her own personal guard, a man she had completely trusted for years, had eagerly
sacrificed her for a large payout. I could see she would be wallowing in self-pity now,
not really registering the accusation I just laid at her feet. But it did not matter; in
less than an hour since I first faced her I had effectively crushed her world and every
perception of it. The once proud Rika was now reduced to a naked, chained, and very scared
little girl. The canvas was ready for me to create my next great work of art.
I could have stepped behind her and rammed my cock into her cunt, or asshole for
that matter, to drive the point home, but I had already decided to wait for her to beg for
it. I much prefer an eager slave’s pussy to that of an unwilling victim, and Rika was not
even close to that. She was just a dejected girl, completely unaware of what I would do to
transform her into a slave like those in my harem. But it was time for her to start
learning.
“Get her seated for the show,” I said to Eve, while gesturing to Vera and Violet.
Eve and Amber lifted Rika’s head as high as they could, using her hair as grips,
making the chained woman scream into her gag. Before she could understand what they were
doing, they dragged her backward to where Vera and Violet stood on the sides of a simple
wooden chair. A large dildo was mounted in the center of the seat and all four of my
slaves easily guided the helpless Rika and her pussy onto it, despite her frantic
struggling.
While two of them held her still, the other two fastened straps across her abdomen
to secure her to the chair. This trapped her arms between the back of the chair and her
body, making her arch her back and displaying her ample tits nicely. Now that her body was
secure, they released her hobble chain and pulled her legs apart and secured her ankles to
the back of the chair. With her feet chained to the rear legs and lifted off the floor all
of Rika’s weight was driving down on the dildo deeply imbedded inside her pussy.
I walked around my desk and up to Rika, once again enjoying the look of shock and
disillusionment in her eyes. I was putting her through a wringer, both physically and
mentally, more so than many of my past trainees. Eve and Amber turned the chair to face
the wall where Ella hung so that Rika would have a clear view of her whip striped body. I
could see her watching Ella’s ringed nipples and the weights hanging from them.
“Remove your tops ladies,” I said, and once my slaves obeyed, I said, “See Rika,
all my slaves wear nipple rings, just like you will soon.” I watched her start sobbing
again, feeling a kind of misery she would have never thought possible. I reached down and
removed the weighted clamps from her nipples rather abruptly causing her to squeal and
squirm on the chair as she discovered another intimate form of pain.
“Yes, it does hurt a lot when the clamps are removed. Returning circulation tends
to aggravate all those compressed nerve endings,” I said as I rolled her nipples through
my fingers, inflaming her pain even more. Eve and Amber held her head back so she was
forced to stare up at me as I teased her pained buds.
“Now I want you to watch as a fully trained slave submits to her Master’s sadistic
desires.”
I stepped back so she could see Ella more clearly, and said to Eve, “Make sure she
watches everything.”
Then I turned to Violet and Vera and said, “Arch her.”
Vera grabbed a triangular wedge of wood while Violet grabbed Ella by her hips and
pulled her away from the wall. Vera positioned the wedge against the wall, hooking it into
slots right behind Ella’s rump. Once it was mounted to the wall and Violet let go of Ella,
she remained bowed out from the wall with the wedge digging into her bare buttocks.
“Beg me to whip your slutty little pussy Ella,” I said.
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