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SYNOPSIS
EXTRA LONG STORY...
It had all sounded so exciting – a filthy rich billionaire calling a challenge to six young women. Three would live a life in luxury, while the other three would spend their days locked in the basement, as eager slaves to their Masters. All for the duration of a year, and a lot of money to win.
To Rayne the aspect of the experience had always been more of a lure than anything else, but upon signing her contract she had not yet fully grasped just how much pain, humiliation, and darkest pleasure she would be subjected to from the first day on. Can she overcome her own fears and limitations, to be the perfect slave?
Find out in the recount of her first two weeks in this challenge of wills and most exquisite painful pleasures.
EXTRACT
The first hit on my breast got me gasping for air, a feat I had managed when the
next stroke landed diagonally across my belly. I screaming in earnest then, yanking on my
bonds and closing my legs to draw them up, but a sudden hard slap of his hand against the
left side of my face made me go still, if bringing tears to my eyes.
“Don`t you move again!”
His words were clipped and hard, and instantly made fright pulse through my body.
I stared at his face, hastily composing myself and returning to my initial stance, but the
menace didn`t leave his eyes even then.
“One thing you better learn fast, by signing that contract you gave away your
right for choice. It is no longer yours to decide to cringe from me, but just to follow my
orders, and please me in whichever way I want. So if I want to whack your taught belly or
your full breasts I just do it, and you don`t put up any protest at all. Do you
understand?”
I nodded emphatically, but there was still no smile on his face. I was nearly
happy when his eyes left mine to look down at where his last strokes had landed, and when
I saw him ready the cane again I forced my eyes shut and bit down hard on the ball
instead.
Whack, whack, whack he hit my belly again, from just below my ribs to very close
to my pubic bone, and I dropped all pretense and screamed into the gag. If at all that
seemed only to urge him on, and he aimed higher at the underside of my breasts next. It
hurt like nothing I had ever felt before and I started to cry in earnest, unable to hold
back the tears, but he just kept on hitting me, alternating all over my front.
Loosing count of the strokes fast it felt like a small eternity until he stopped
again only to resume at my ass once more, but even though that also hurt it was a lot less
agony than on my front. Within the next ten strokes I was able to get myself together
again, an effort tremendously aided when I felt his free arm coming across my lower
stomach to keep me still, lending comfort all the same.
I quieted down even more when my body accustomed more to his sure strokes now
centered mainly on the lower part of my ass, and gradually let my mind slip into the
blissful trance I usually needed a lot longer to achieve. It still hurt and stung, but it
also felt good to go into his strokes, the heat and pure sensation he caused thrumming
through my body like a second heart beat.
His fingers squeezed my hip briefly as if to reassure me that I was doing good,
and without stopping to whack my butt Cole brought his hand to my sex again. Two of his
fingers slid inside me, now aided by a lot more moisture wetting my folds, and he quickly
matched that rhythm to that of the cane.
