Chapter 1: Honeymoon in Hell
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
preempting 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.
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