Chapter 2 - Erin's Submission
“I Think The Devil Will Not Have [You] Damned, Lest The Oil That’s In [You] Should Set Hell On Fire”
William Shakespeare
When Davinia finally awoke the next day, she wasn’t sure where she was. After the pain and pleasure of the previous day, she had finally fallen into a fitful dream filled sleep where she had relived the day’s events.
Opening her eyes, she imagined that the entire ordeal had been a horrible dream, and that she was going to awaken back in her London flat.
Instead, when her eyes focused, she saw her naked companion Erin looking back at her.
“Good morning,” greeted Erin.
“Good morning,” Davinia repeatedly sleepily.
“I wanted to let you sleep,” said Erin, “you had a tough day yesterday.”
“What time is it?” Davinia asked.
“It doesn’t matter, Davinia. There’s no train to catch. You don’t have to worry about being late for work any more.”
“Oh!”
“That’s all right, you’ll learn.”
“What are we supposed to do now?” Davinia asked.
“We can wash ourselves off, since there are soap and washcloths, and brush our teeth. I’m sure that Yvette will be along later to give us a bath.”
Davinia tasted Erin’s secretions on her lips, and her thighs were covered with the fluids of their lovemaking the previous night.
“I’m a mess,” said Davinia as she examined herself in the mirror.
“It’s all right you’re just getting started,” Erin replied.
The two girls took turns cleaning themselves at the sink, and using the toilet. Davinia brushed her teeth, and rinsed away the taste of Erin from her mouth. With a washcloth and a bar of soap, she washed off her naked body, and Erin helped her with her back. She did the same for Erin, and soon, after drying herself off with a towel, she felt better.
“I never thought I’d be confined naked in a jail cell,” said Davinia.
“Neither did I” Erin answered, “but at least we have some creature comforts here.”
“I don’t understand,” said Davinia.
“We could have had a bucket to relieve ourselves in, and a fire hose douse us with cold water. I’ve had that a few times, just to remind me how uncomfortable bondage can be. So this is pleasant by comparison.”
“Oh!” Davinia replied.
“We’re actually valuable merchandise,” said Erin, “so the better we’re treated, the more value we have.”
“The bird in the gilded cage?” Davinia asked.
“Yes, which is not to say that we won’t be whipped, and made to feel pain and pleasure, and used by our owners in unspeakable ways,” Erin explained.
“Thank you,” Davinia answered.
“Be sure to remember and thank your owner after you’ve been punished, and you feel grateful for his whip. It’s all part of being a slave girl from now on.”
“I’ll try and remember that.”
“You’ll learn that pretty quickly, at the business end of a whip!”
Davinia’s second day in slavery began quite nicely. She had been afraid that Sir Ian would appear, hang her from the ceiling again, and flog her till she screamed.
Instead, Yvette released them from their cell, and conducted them into the next room, which contained two bathtubs full of hot steaming water!
Incredibly, Yvette had the key to their collars and bracelets, and they were released from their leather confinements! Naked, Davinia considered making a run for it, but the door was probably bolted, and the building they were in was definitely a secured installation.
So Davinia stepped into the tub, which contained French Lavender Bath Salts. She relaxed in the bath, letting the hot water release the tension of her captivity. Davinia watched as Erin relaxed in her bath as well.
Yvette bathed both girls, washed their hair, and cut their nails. Davinia had once been treated by a former boyfriend to a day in a spa. She had enjoyed the pampering that she had received; and now it was strange that she was again being pampered; as a slave!
There was another adjoining room that was a kitchen, dinette! Yvette prepared them a normal breakfast of orange juice, eggs, toast, and coffee!
It would have all seemed so normal, had Davinia not been naked and her collar and bracelets not been locked on her again! She again felt like Alice in Wonderland; fully expecting the Rabbit to appear.
Finally, their repast over, Yvette conducted them back to their cell. She changed the cot’s linen, and Davinia fully expected to be locked in the same cell again with Erin.
The reason for their being two jail cells was now made obvious as Erin was locked in one cell, and Davinia in the other. The previous night they had been confined together; and now they would be apart!
“You must not touch your breasts or your sex, or bring yourself to a climax!” Yvette ordered, “or you will be punished!”
With that command fresh in their ears, both girls stood at the door to their cells as they were again left alone by Yvette.
“What now?” Davinia asked.
“Now we wait,” said Erin, “there’s nothing else we can do.”
Davinia again tested the bars of her cell, with the same result. She was a prisoner!
“How can you just sit there so calmly and accept this?” Davinia demanded of her companion.
“What other alternative do we have?” Erin replied.
Hours elapsed, and Davinia wished for a clock to mark the passing of time. She dozed, since there was nothing else to do, and she had already questioned Erin all she wanted to.
Finally, when Yvette again appeared, Davinia was both relieved and terrified. What new indignity would she be subject to now?
Their ankles were again hobbled, and Erin’s feet were locked into a pair ob black four inch heels. Davinia wore a pair of soft mules, presumably since she might try and kick sir Ian. Their wrists were locked behind their backs, and a chain connected their collars. Yvette attached a leash to Erin’s collar, and they set off through the door once more!
Davinia pulled at the cuffs linking her wrists together, wondering would next happen to her!
Yvette led the coffle of two naked girls into the dayroom, and there, seated on the two thrones, were Sir Ian, in a white shirt, jodhpurs, and back leather boots. Seated next to him was a woman in a black latex bodysuit, matching gloves, and black thigh high boots.
“No!” Davinia heard Erin issue a muffled cry.
Davinia remained silent. Who was this woman clad in Black Latex that could create such fear in her companion?
They ascended the dais, their chains echoing against the wooden paneling of the dayroom. Where as before Erin had to kneel on the bare wood, now there was a red vinyl covered kneeling bar on the floor.
When Yvette made them kneel, Davinia discovered that the bar was padded! Here she was, about to be punished in some way, and her knees were being protected!
There were two new additions to the Dayroom! One was a wooden cage, big enough for a single occupant, it’s door open and waiting for a prisoner. The other looked like a sawhorse; and Davinia guessed that the victim would be made to sit on it; her whole weight resting on her sex!
Yvette released the leash, and bowed to Sir Ian.
“Here are the girls as ordered, Sir Ian.”
“Have all their needs be attended to?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Very good, my dear. Thank you.”
Yvette handed the leash to Sir Ian, bowed again, and walked backwards to the door never turning her back on Master, and closed it behind her.
Davinia and Erin knelt on the padded bar, their collars joined by a chain, their hands locked behind their backs, in total silence.
“Good afternoon, Davinia,” greeted Sir Ian.
“Good afternoon, Master,” Davinia replied.
Through the windows she could see the sun was still high in the sky, but she had no idea what time it was!
“Did you enjoy your bath?”
“Yes, Master, thank you!”
“You’re quite welcome. Good behavior is rewarded, bad behavior is punished.”
“Yes, Master,” Davinia replied.
“Before you were to be kidnapped I realized that I couldn’t train you alone. I do, after all, have a worldwide company to run; and while I can take some time off, I can’t take all the time I would need to properly train you. So I asked a friend of mine to help. Let me introduce Lady Samantha!”
“Hello, Davinia,” greeted Sir Ian’s Black Latex clad companion.
“Hello, Lady Samantha.”
Davinia now knew why Erin had reacted in fear when she had seen the woman at Sir Ian’s side! This was the woman whom Erin had referred to as a harsh Lesbian Dominatrix: who would now be in charge of her training!
“Davinia, your photos don’t do you justice! I always knew that under your clothes you must have been concealing a lovely body.”
“Thank you, Lady Samantha.”
“From now on you will call me Mistress, until I tell you otherwise,” ordered Lady Samantha, “you have just earned a punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“That’s better!”
“Ian, why isn’t she tattooed and ringed? I always do it to my girls on their first day to prove my power over them,” calmly explained Lady Samantha.
“I prefer to give them some training first to make them earn the right to wear my marks,” Sir Ian explained.
“They can earn that right after they’ve been marked. Besides, once a girl has her name on her breast and your medallion in her sex, then she knows there is no escape,” clarified Lady Samantha.
“Since I’ve called you in assist, please do whatever you think best. I give you complete freedom with Davinia,” answered Sir Ian.
“Thank you.”
Davinia suddenly shivered in her chains, goose bumps rising on her naked flesh. She would soon wear the marks of her captivity just like Erin - and Yvette!
“I see that Erin is here with you,” observed Lady Samantha.
“I felt that Davinia needed a companion to share her new life with,” Sir Ian replied.
“A good choice, since Erin has proved to be very submissive indeed.”
“Thank you.”
“When you loaned her to me last year I made sure that she would remember my hospitality.”
“I’m sure you did.”
“She screamed wonderfully while caned,” Lady Samantha calmly described what she had subjected Erin to.
Davinia shuddered in her chains. Erin had told her that Lady Samantha tried to inflict the maximum pain and humiliation on her slaves, to prove her power. If this woman was to be in charge of her training, she feared for her naked flesh!
“Perhaps we should give Davinia a demonstration using Erin to show her what’s expected of her?” Lady Samantha suggested.
“Of course, an excellent idea!” Sir Ian assented to the use of Erin.
Davinia glanced at Erin, who knelt in silence. How could she possibly remain so silent when her two tormentors were discussing how to inflict pain on her? Davinia realized that her composure probably came from the years that she had been a slave, so it was natural to hear her discussed - as property!
Out on the dayroom floor, Davinia had noticed a large footstool, covered in black leather. She wondered if this piece of furniture was going to be included in Lady Samantha’s plans!
Sir Ian then removed the remote control Davinia had seen the previous day, and after a button was pressed, Yvette again joined them.
“You may chain Davinia to the wall to observe and place Erin on her hands and knees on the footstool,” Sir Ian ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Yvette replied.
Neither girl resisted as Yvette did as she was told. Davinia now found herself standing again the wall, a short chain of just twelve inches keeping her close to it.
Erin now was on her hands and knees on the black leather footstool, awaiting her torment!
“Lady Samantha, as my guest I give Erin to you,” said Sir Ian.
“Thank you, Ian! I’ll be sure and return the favor on your next visit to my estate.”
“You’re welcome, my dear. Amuse yourself!”
Lady Samantha rose to her feet, and stealing glances at her from the wall, Davinia saw that she was a truly beautiful woman. She had a mane of perfect blonde hair, a womanly figure that filled out her latex bodysuit, and long legs. She was nearly six feet in height without the four inches that the thigh high boots added. Lady Samantha clicked her heels on the wooden floor over to the wall containing the bondage instruments, selected what looked like a short chain, and a riding crop.
Then she walked over to Davinia, not Erin, who awaited her on the footstool!
“Your press pictures don’t do you justice, Davinia. You are even more beautiful in person than on TV,” Lady Samantha began.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Do you know what this is?”
“It’s a riding crop, Mistress,” Davinia answered.
“Have you ever ridden a horse, Davinia?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Have you ever seen a crop being used?”
“Yes, Mistress, just once,” Davinia replied.
“Where was that?”
“I was protesting at a fox hunt,” Davinia replied.
“You were protesting at a fox hunt! My you liberals just can’t stop interfering in other’s lives, now can you?”
“No, Mistress,” Davinia answered.
“Are you aware of just how many jobs in the country were dependent on fox hunts? The riding kits; the horses; the food; even the beer consumed? And now that fox hunts are illegal, the foxes are everywhere! I was coming home to my London flat at 3 AM one day, only to see foxes in the dustbin!”
“No, Mistress, I wasn’t aware.”
“Well, I’m going to make you aware, my darling,” said Lady Davenport with menace in her voice.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Ordinarily a riding crop is used on horses, but it has other uses - like on naked girls like you! It’s a piece of leather wrapped bamboo, with a handle and loop for the user, and a leather tip at the end. Watch!”
Lady Samantha clipped the small chain to her waistband, and flexed the crop between her hands. She then tapped the tip against her palm.
“Do you know what this is going to feel like against your naked flesh?” Lady Samantha asked.
“No, Mistress.”
“Stand still!”
“Owwwwww!” Davinia cried as the tip struck her right nipple.
“Owwwwww!” Her left nipple was struck next.
“Open your thighs!”
Davinia felt the crop’s tip probing between her legs!
“One day, Davinia, you’ll be flat on your back with your legs open and exposed, and I’ll use the crop without mercy on the insides of your thighs. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Davinia stuttered.
“Are you frightened, Davinia?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Davinia answered.
“Good. You should be, watch what I do to your cell mate Erin.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Lady Samantha clicked her heels over to where Erin was on her hands and knees on the black leather footstool. Every once in a while Erin moved, and her hanging breasts swayed in response.
“Erin darling, I’d like you up on your knees, hands to your sides,” Lady Samantha ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” Erin replied as she stood up while kneeling on the footstool.
“There now, that’s much better!”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“I’ve got something for you, now just hold still!”
“Something” proved to be a chain with two nipple clamps at each end! Erin whimpered as Lady Samantha clamped her right, and then her left, nipple! A gleaming stainless steel chain connected them, and Lady Samantha gently pulled on the chain, stretching Erin’s erect buds!
“There now, Erin, there’s more to come! Now take the chain in your mouth, that’s a good girl!”
Erin grasped the chain in her teeth as ordered!
“Now back on the footstool as before, and we’ll proceed onto the next order of business, ducks!”
Erin was back now on all fours on the footstool, as Lady Samantha stood before her holding the riding crop in her left hand, while slapping the tip against the palm of her right hand.
“It’s quite simple, Erin. I’m going to use the crop on your bottom and the back of your thighs. When you finally scream, then we’ll just proceed onto the next phase.”
“Mmmmmmmph!” Erin plead with the chin in her mouth.
Snick! Snick! Snick!
Lady Samantha began her punishment by strokes that landed cruelly on Erin’s backside!
Snick! Snick! Snick!
Erin writhed under her punishment!
Snick! Snick! Snick!
“Owwwwww!” Erin cried out in pain as the back of her thighs was now under the crop!
“Keep the chain in your mouth,” Lady Samantha cautioned, “you can’t be this easy!”
Snick! Snick! Snick!
“Open your legs, bitch!” Lady Samantha ordered.
Erin did as she was told, and now her the insides of her thighs were exposed to the crop!
Snick! Snick! Snick!
Davinia watched as tears fell from Erin’s eyes. Girls weren’t mean to be punished like this!
“What’s the matter, Erin? Have you missed my crop all this time?”
Snick! Snick! Snick! Snick!
Lady Samantha began to use the crop like a metronome between Erin’s legs, slapping the crop between her thighs, onto her most sensitive flesh!
“Noooooo, prease!” Erin plead with the chain in her mouth, her words garbled.
Her body now shook with every stroke, her pained breasts bouncing with every movement. Finally, Erin could take no more, she opened her mouth and wailed from the pain, her screams echoing from the wooden paneling!
She collapsed to the footstool and cried and cried, and Lady Samantha stood over her with the crop, holding it in hands.
There was no one to hold her or dry her tears!
“Attend to her, Yvette, she’s no use to us in the state she’s in. Get her ready for her next ordeal,” Lady Samantha ordered.
Davinia knew that her command would be obeyed.
After what seemed like an eternity, Yvette led Erin back into the Dayroom. As before, her hands were locked behind her back. After the session with the riding crop, Erin had been led sobbing to the back room where her tears were dried and she had given a chance to recover.
Now she was again going to be used, and Davinia stood watching, chained to the wall. Davinia had thought that Lady Samantha would take the time to amuse herself with her; but instead she had sat in conversation with Sir Ian.
Davinia almost cried out when she saw that Erin’s bottom was covered in red marks from the riding crop. What new fate was awaiting her companion?
“Erin, as ordered, Lady Samantha,” said Yvette as she unlocked Erin’s wrists and placed her again on the footstool.
“Thank you, Yvette,” Lady Samantha replied.
Erin, on her hands and knees on the footstool, remained silent.
It was then that Sir Ian got to his feet, and walked over to Erin. He grabbed her hair, and pulled her head up to look at her.
“You know what to do,” said Sir Ian.
“Yes, Master!”
Sir Ian opened his jodhpurs, and his long erect cock sprang out. Erin immediately took it into her mouth, and began to suck it to hardness!
His cock was one of the biggest that Davinia had ever seen, and she watched as Erin took the pole deep into her throat! She sucked and sucked, and Sir Ian rammed the shaft within her mouth.
Next, Lady Samantha got to her feet, clicked her heels over to the wall rack, and selected a leather harness of some kind. Davinia couldn’t see what it was, as Lady Samantha was arranging the leather straps.
But it when she walked over behind Erin, it’s purpose was revealed! Davinia could clearly see that it had a rubber shaft cast in the shape of a cock!
Yvette assisted Lady Samantha in buckling the harness around her waist, tightening the straps to make it secure. Then a strap was passed through her legs back to front, with the cock sticking out already erect!
Erin took no notice as all her attentions were on sucking Sir Ian’s real cock. Now she was about to be impaled with a fake one!
Lady Samantha placed some lubricant on her rubber shaft, then walked behind Erin. She pressed down on Erin’s bottom, signaling her to lower her rear so that she would be more accessible!
It was then that Lady Samantha squirted the lubricant into Erin’s bottom hole!
“I hope you have remembered to keep yourself clean,” said Lady Samantha, “if there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s a dirty slave!”
“Mmmmmmmm!” was all that Erin could manage with Sir Ian’s erect cock in her mouth.
Grabbing Erin’s hips, Lady Samantha pushed the dildo into Erin’s bottom hole.
“Mmmmmmmm!” Erin moaned in response.
“Erin, did you think that I was going to put this latex cock in your pussy and give you some pleasure? You’re going to have to earn that first, my dear. However painful that may be!”
Two of Erin’s three bodily orifices were being used at the same time, and Erin had no choice in the matter. Her body bore the angry red marks of her previous punishment, and now she was being used sexually as a plaything for her Masters!
“Mmmmmmm!”
Sir Ian thrust his shaft deep into Erin’s mouth, and finally he came in torrent within her mouth! Davinia watched as Erin struggled to swallow as Sir Ian climaxed time after time in her mouth!
“Swallow it all, Erin, or you’ll be punished!” said Sir Ian.
Erin fought to contain the torrent of come within her mouth, which she did with great effort! It was apparent to Davinia that she had been well trained!
But her attention was diverted by the rubber cock in her bottom! The rubber shaft pushed deep into her, opening her tight anal hole, and bringing her near sexual climax!
“Mmmmmmmm!” Erin cried, her distress evident.
It was then that Erin climaxed, and by accident she let Sir Ian’s cock out of her mouth, just as he climaxed one again, the come splattering all over her face!
“Please, please!” Erin cried.
“Useless slave,” Lady Samantha commented, “can’t even give a proper blowjob with a rubber cock up her bottom!”
“What do you suggest?”
“The cane.”
“No, no!” plead Erin, as she prostrated herself on the footstool, tears again in her eyes.
Yvette appeared next to Sir Ian with a washcloth, and cleaned his cock of come. She then cleaned Erin’s face without being told to.
Lady Samantha had withdrawn her shaft from Erin’s bottom, and she waited for Yvette to remove the harness.
“Yvette, please remove my harness. I need another tool to use on this slave.”
“Yes, Mistress!”
The invasion of Erin’s two bodily orifices’ was over. Now her punishment would begin again!
Erin sobbed on the leather footstool, because she knew that her ordeal wasn’t yet over; it had scarcely begun!
“Compose yourself, Erin. You can cry later,” said Lady Samantha.
“Give her a few minutes, Lady Samantha. She hasn’t had the cane since you last used it on her months ago,” advised Sir Ian.
“I always said that you were too soft on your slaves, Ian.”
“I suppose that you’re right. Yvette, get Erin ready. She’s going to have a bad time shortly.”
Yvette helped Erin outside to the bathroom, where she would recover in order to be punished yet again!
This time, Lady Samantha walked over to Davinia, riding crop again in hand!
“What do you think of our using Erin?” Lady Samantha asked.
“It’s horrible!”
“At least you’re honest, Davinia. I’ll beat that out of you, over time.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“How would you have fared under the crop, and having two cocks inside you?”
“Probably the same, Mistress,” Davinia replied.
“You’re going to have a chance to find out,” said Lady Samantha.
After a time, Yvette again brought Erin back into the dayroom. Her hands were locked behind her back.
Lady Samantha stood in front of her and took Erin’s chin in her right hand.
“Would you like to be caned on the footstool or hanging from the ceiling?” Lady Samantha questioned.
“Hanging from the ceiling, Mistress.”
“Good, that way you can’t evade my cane,” said Lady Samantha, “Yvette, hang Erin from the ceiling. She’s going to be caned!”
Erin hung from the ceiling, her naked body taut in the shape of an “X”; her toes just touching the floor. She had already endured two horrible sessions, and now another was beckoning!
“In the good old days of Empire,” Lady Samantha began, “the cane was used on the natives of the Cape Colony; India; China; and even in English Public schools! It was used on boys and girls alike, and it gave the English the moral fortitude to create and maintain an Empire! But once the cane was forbidden, that was the end of the Empire!”
“Yes, Mistress,” Erin agreed.
“I have no such softness, do I?”
“No, Mistress.”
“That’s why you’re going to be punished, my dear.”
“Yes, Mistress. I thank you for the punishment that I am about to receive!” said Erin.
“You’re welcome, my dear!”
Snick! Snick! Snick!
Lady Samantha began her caning of Erin by striking between her legs, on the sensitive insides of her thighs!
Snick! Snick! Snick!
The thin piece of rattan bamboo cane was a deadly instrument in the hands of Lady Samantha, as she marked Erin with every stroke!
Snick! Snick! Snick!
Erin hung defiantly in her chains, glad that she elected to be bound while punished. Hanging in chains removed any choice that she had, which was little in any event.
“Ooooooooh!” Erin moaned in pain from her caning.
Snick! Snick! Snick!
Had she not been kidnapped by Sir Ian, Erin had expected to lead a perfectly normal English life of settling down and raising a family. Instead she had been abducted, and now her life revolved around the whip and the lash; the use of her bodily orifices; and pleasing her owner!
Snick! Snick! Snick!
“Owwwwwww!” Erin cried.
Her already punished bottom was now the target of the cane; but then Lady Samantha walked in front of Erin; and began to punish her breasts!
“No! No!” Erin screamed.
Snick! Snick! Snick!
Girls simply weren’t meant to endure such torment, thought Davinia, and it would her turn soon to go under the lash as well!
Snick! Snick! Snick!
Erin’s body was now covered in a fine network of welts from the cane, and Lady Samantha showed no indication of stopping!
Snick! Snick! Snick!
“Please, please, stop!” Erin begged, but to no effect!
Her merciless punishment continued, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Snick! Snick! Snick!
Erin screamed in agony as her whole body was on fire!
Just when it appeared that she could take no more, Lady Samantha suddenly stopped! Erin hung in her chains, beaten and exhausted.
“Thank you, Mistress,” said Erin very softly.
“You’re welcome, Erin. You could always take my cane very well.”
Lady Samantha offered the thin rod to Erin’s lips, and she kissed it tenderly.
Davinia was shocked at what the cane had done to Erin’s body. Was such a fate now awaiting her?
“Yvette, Erin is done for the day. See that her wounds are treated and her tears are dried. Sir Ian and myself now have a new girl to train - Davinia!”