Part 11
Lara came with my dinner and returned later to pick up the empty plates. She was gagged on both occasions, so no conversation was possible. Her welts and bruises looked even worse, her eyes were red, and it looked like she'd been crying again. I felt sorry for her and tried to hug her, but she shied away. I guessed it was against the rules, and she didn’t want to earn yet another punishment. I didn’t either. I waited for Eva to arrive, wondering nervously what sort of mood she’d be in. At just after nine, she swept into the room and I immediately adopted the slave position, on my knees, head down, hands behind my back.
“Very good, darling,” said Eva. “You may stand up and look at me but keep your hands where they are.” I did so, and she walked around and inspected me.
“You are so beautiful, Emma,” she said with a smile, “and those marks from the whipping add to your appeal. I was going to wait till I showed you off to my friends, but I don’t think I need to. I’m meeting with a couple of them now. I think they’ll appreciate the entertainment you can provide. In fact, I think you may recognize one of them, he is a client of Jeannie’s. Don’t for one minute think he will help you, though. He stands to gain a lot of money through a business deal with me and I can’t imagine him passing that up. Turn around so you have your back to me.”
Submissively, I obeyed while Eva picked up some rope and proceeded to tie my wrists tightly together. A few minutes later, the top half of my body was thoroughly bound, my breasts squeezed and crushed with the taut bindings, elbows strictly tied and a painfully tight crotch rope in place. Eva produced a large ball gag, forced it into my mouth and secured the strap. Finally, she removed the chain and tied my ankles together leaving a couple of feet of slack.
“Just a collar and leash, I think,” she said, giving me an appreciative glance, “and then you will be the perfect lovely slave.” A minute later, a large leather collar was tightly fastened around my neck with the leash hanging down between my breasts.
“Now, slave,” she addressed me sternly, “understand that you are expected to behave no less than perfectly when we get upstairs. That means that you will be totally submissive and obey every instruction given to you by me or my guests immediately and to the letter. Further, if they wish to touch you, hold you, grope you or even punish you, you will accept it all willingly. And, most importantly, you will not attempt to communicate with them in any shape or form. Nod to show me that you understand.”
I nodded, and Eva grabbed the leash.
“Good,” she said as she dragged me towards the door, “because the punishment will be very severe if you don’t behave properly.”
I tottered along behind her with those chilling words echoing in my ears. We ascended from the gloom of the lower levels up to the brightly lit, richly furnished ground level. I reflected that it was only the day before when I had been kidnapped and dragged into Eva’s impressive lounge area; it seemed like an age ago. Now I was on that threshold again. Glancing into the room as we entered, the first thing I saw was Lara very tightly bound to a pillar across the room. She was naked, gagged and seemed to be in some discomfort.
Eva pulled me in and sat down in one of the armchairs. She motioned for me to kneel beside her, which I did. I lowered my head deferentially, as I knew she required, but I was still able to see her guests out of the corner of my eye. A couple were seated on the sofa in front of me. They both looked to be expensively dressed and sophisticated, and I guessed them to be in their late thirties or early forties. The woman was slim, blonde and attractive and was gazing at me with interest. The man was good looking with short dark hair and was staring at me intently. With a jolt I recognized him, and my heart leapt. Only the day before yesterday he had been dominated by Jeannie and had seen me bound and naked in front of him. I wondered if his wife knew what he got up to and, if not, how he hid the marks on his body.
“This is my latest acquisition,” Eva pronounced. “Isn’t she lovely?”
“She is indeed,” the woman agreed. “Even more attractive than your current slave.” She nodded in Lara’s direction. “A little bit more mature as well. Stand in the middle of the room and turn around slowly, slave, I want to get a better look at you.”
I looked at Eva who nodded, and I got up off my knees and did as the woman ordered. Both the guests got off the sofa and inspected me as I turned. I felt like a prize animal at a county fair.
The woman caressed my breasts and ran her hands over my body. Then, suddenly, she slapped me hard on my already tender backside. I yelped with pain, and she laughed.
“Yes, she is gorgeous, Eva,” she said “Do you want to sell her? James and I would give you an excellent price, wouldn’t we, James?”
“We certainly would,” said the man who I knew as Peter with what I thought was a somewhat tentative smile.
“Absolutely not,” said Eva with a grin. “I haven’t had her long and I intend to keep her. But you can play with her now if you like. Just bear in mind she was punished just a few hours ago, as you can see, so a caning or whipping is not an option at the moment. I don’t want my beautiful slave too damaged, and I know what you are like when you get a slave at your mercy, Julia!”
Julia smiled. “I know, I know, I do get a bit carried away with the whip sometimes. But I understand. Is anything else off limits if we do play with her for a while?”
Listening to this conversation, I was getting increasingly nervous. It was a relief to know I wasn’t going to get whipped again but I wondered where this was going.
“Darling,” said James, “why don’t you take her off into another room for a while? I have some business to discuss with Eva and a call I’ve just realized I need to make. We’ll come and join you when we’re done”
“Sounds like a plan,” said Eva. “Why don’t you make your call first, James, while I take Julia off somewhere so she can have fun with the slave? And to answer your question, Julia, no. Nothing else is off limits.”
James nodded and reached for his phone while I shuddered in trepidation over what might be about to happen. Eva passed my leash to Julia.
“Follow me,” she said. “I’ll take you to one of the guest bedrooms and then bring you a few little extras for your enjoyment. Perhaps we could make this a regular thing and that could be reflected in the deal I make with James.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” said Julia, a note of excitement creeping into her voice.
Eva and Julia strolled down the hallway chatting, while I stumbled along behind. Eva opened a door to our left and we entered a luxuriously appointed large bedroom, tastefully furnished with original oil paintings on the walls. Julia sat on the side of the bed and motioned to me to kneel on the floor beside her. She began to stroke my hair and pat my head, as if I were a pet.
“Ok,” said Eva, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
The petting continued without a word, till Eva returned. She was carrying some coils of rope, nipple clamps with what looked like bells on them, a vibrator and the dreaded electric prod. I shivered at the sight of it.
“A few things you might need for a fun time with a slave,” Eva said with a grin. “She is very scared of this.” She waved the prod around. “It is only to be used if she disobeys a command or fails to perform to your satisfaction. And then only very sparingly, do you understand?”
“I get it,” said Julia.
“Ok, I’ll leave you to it,” said Eva. I expect James will come down when we’ve finished our meeting. Enjoy!” She left and closed the door.
“On the bed, slave!” Julia barked at me. “On your stomach, face down, now!”
I struggled to comply and, with great difficulty and exertion, got up and into position. Julia grabbed my bound hands, lifted them up with one hand and slapped me very hard with the other hand across my damaged backside. I screamed into the gag.
“My, we are tender, aren’t we, slave?” said Julia with a chuckle. She proceeded to tie more rope around my hands, wrench my arms up and tie them to the bed frame above my head. She then tied my ankles to the foot of the bed, leaving me in a horizontal strappado and causing me a lot of pain from my damaged shoulder. She removed the gag which at least reduced the ache in my jaw.
“I want to hear your voice, slave,” she said in a nasty tone, “and I want to hear your screams. What do you say, slave?”
“Yes, mistress,” I replied in a quavering voice.
“You are mine for a little while,” Julia announced, “and I demand total obedience. I know Eva told me to use this electric prod sparingly, but sparingly is a very vague word. I suspect I have a different understanding to Eva. For example, if I was planning to shock you every minute, then shocking you every five minutes might be regarded as sparing. It’s all subjective, you see. So, total obedience, understand?” She shocked me on the buttock she had just slapped. I screamed and cried and hyperventilated, seemingly all at the same time. The pain consumed me and overtook me. Julia wrenched my head up and looked at me full on as I cried and cried.
“Understand?” she snarled at me, waving the prod in front of my eyes.
“Yes, mistress. Yes, mistress,” I cried out between sobs.
“Very good, slave,” commented Julia. “I think we understand each other.” She put the prod down and I could hear her start to undress as I lay with my face buried in the bed cover. A minute or two later, I felt her clamber onto the bed at the top, near my face.
“Kiss my feet and suck my toes, slave.”
Her feet did not smell great, but I didn’t dare disobey and did the best I could from my very restrictive position. Thankfully, it seemed to please her, and she even groaned a couple of times as I slipped my tongue between her toes. Alice loved having her toes sucked and I nearly cried as I thought of her.
“I used to come here occasionally when Madam Gillespie owned this place,” Julia informed me. “Now there was a woman who knew how to treat slaves. Eva is way too soft in my opinion.”
This was not information that I wanted to hear, not that I was in a position to do much about how Julia chose to treat me. I hoped that Eva’s meeting would be over quickly so I would be out of Julia’s clutches. Julia pulled her feet away and untied the rope holding my hands up in the strappado. Before I could relax them down, she slapped both buttocks hard, causing me to scream. She laughed and slapped them again.
“On your back, slave,” Julia commanded.
I rolled over quickly, still crying from the slaps, my injured shoulder throbbing from the strappado. Julia attached a rope to the back of my collar and tied it off to the bed frame. I looked up at her hard, sadistic expression and prayed for my time with this awful woman to end.
“Pleasure me, slave,” she ordered and maneuvered herself so she was sitting on my face. I applied myself to the task as best I could whilst trying not to throw up in disgust. Soon, Julia was moaning and writhing in the throes of orgasm but managing to lean back and twist my nipples from time to time to make sure I was in pain. Eventually, she moved back and lay on the bed for a minute while she recovered.
“Good, but not good enough, slave,” she said. “Time for a little shock treatment, I think.”
Immediately, my panic levels rose to maximum, and I felt dizzy.
Julia untied the ropes connecting my collar and my ankles to the bed frame.
“Move up the bed, slave,” she commanded, “I want you sitting up.”
I slid up to near where the pillows were. Julia tied my collar to the upper part of the bed frame, so I was sitting upright. She then attached the clamps to each nipple. I gasped with pain as each went on, causing the bells to tinkle. This seemed to amuse Julia.
“I think I’ve come up with a rather ingenious solution as to how often I will shock you,” said Julia, waving the electric prod in front of me. “Instead of me deciding, I’m going to let you make the decision yourself!”
I didn’t understand this at all and wasn’t about to ask.
“You’ll see what I mean in a moment,” she said, “but I will gag you again in case you scream so loudly that Eva comes running. We don’t want our session to end early, do we?” She looked at me with a sadistic grin as she strapped the ball gag tightly in place. I tried to brace myself for what was to come whilst nearly throwing up with fear.
“Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain,” Julia mused. “Such a heady mix and so interesting to see how a slave reacts to it. Let’s find out.” She sat across my legs, picked up the vibrator and turned it on. The prod lay on the bed beside her.
“Time for you to have some fun, slave. I’m going to use this vibrator on you. If at any time those bells tinkle, I’ll take it that you are requesting some pain, and I’ll shock you. Then we’ll do it all over again. So, you see, the decisions are all yours!” With that, she rammed the vibrator between my legs.
I focused on keeping the top half of my body absolutely still and concentrated my mind on the pain; how much my shoulder hurt, the agony of my whipped and slapped backside, the ropes cutting into me all over my body, the way my jaw was aching. For a couple of minutes, this worked.
“What’s the matter, slave?” Julia asked, “not enjoying yourself?” She pushed the vibrator into me harder. To my horror, despite everything, my body started to betray me, and I felt the first little waves of pleasure begin to build up. With all my willpower, I tried to deny it and keep perfectly still, but then I spasmed involuntarily and the dreaded bells tinkled. Instantly, Julia plunged the prod into my thigh and that hideous pain coursed through me again. I screamed into the gag and black bits floated in front of my eyes. I willed myself to pass out, but it didn’t happen, and tears coursed down my cheeks yet again. And yet again, Julia laughed.
“I knew you’d choose the pain at some point,” she chuckled. “How many more of these little sessions shall we do? I think we’ve got time for quite a few more. We’ll start again in just a moment. She got up off me and the bed and stretched her legs as I lay there sobbing, praying for an end to this agony. All too soon, Julia climbed on me again and pressed the vibrator in place. Once again, I focused on staying absolutely still, dreading the inevitable ending in a couple of moments.
I held out and held out until I felt that first little ripple pass through me and tried to suppress it. Somehow Julia felt it too and that sadistic grin crept across her features. As I struggled mentally to stay in control, the relative silence was shattered by a loud alarm. Julia stopped.
“What the hell is that?” she said and jumped off me. It was the same alarm that went off earlier, after which Gina had stuffed me in the padded hole with the breathing tube. It had seemed bad at the time but now I would have been ecstatic to be put in there away from Julia. The alarm rang on. I expected Gina to rush in at any moment, but nothing happened. Julia put on a robe she found on the back of the bathroom door and went out to investigate, leaving me bound on the bed. She was back again seconds later, propelled in the door by a man I didn’t recognize.
“What?” cried Julia, “What? I haven’t done anything, get off me. What is this?”
“Please sit down, ma’am,” said the man looking at me, the vibrator lying between my legs, the prod on the bed and tears running down my cheeks. He looked back at Julia.
“What?” she asked again. “What? We’re only having fun, it’s fully consensual and we’re both adults.”
A woman came into the room and came over to me. She removed the gag.
“Are you Emma?” she asked.
I was completely overcome for a moment and burst into floods of tears.
“Yes, I’m Emma,” I managed to get out between sobs. “I was kidnapped yesterday by that bitch Eva and her sidekick Gina, and I’ve been held here against my will ever since. And for the last half hour, I’ve been tortured by this hideous, evil woman,” I nodded in her direction. “Her name is Julia, and I hope she rots in jail for what she’s done.”
“She’s lying,” cried Julia, “she loves it…” But the man hustled her out the door and I heard no more. The woman started to untie me gently, and I sobbed softly. When I was free, she hugged me, and I wept copiously on her shoulder. “It’s all over, it’s all over,” she told me in a soothing tone.
When I had recovered a little, she fetched a robe for me and walked me to the lounge. I was in time to see Eva and Julia being led away in handcuffs. Lara was sitting on the sofa, also wearing a robe. James / Peter was talking to another man in the corner of the room. I sat down next to Lara, and we hugged and cried. I could hardly allow my mind to believe the ordeal was over. For me, it had been less than two days, but Lara had been in captivity for many months. I still shudder to think what she must have been through.
Twelve Months Later
We call him James now and we see him every three or four weeks. As reward for calling the police from Eva’s, Jeannie has granted him free sessions for life. This Friday evening, he is bound and gagged, his hands high above his head, his body stretched out, balancing on his tiptoes. I am in a similar position about six feet away from him. Jeannie is strutting round him, swishing her whip in a threatening manner. Lara is sitting quietly in the corner of the room and observing with interest. After the session, we’re all going out to dinner and Alice is going to join us.
I’m glad that the court case is over now. It wasn’t easy for any of us and a lot of information came out that we would have preferred to be kept private. Eva and Gina both got substantial prison sentences. Julia got a suspended sentence which I was initially very upset about, but I’m over it now. James has since split up with her.
Lara went home to Bucharest for a while but has returned to her studies and visits us from time to time. We’ve told her she can stay with us whenever she likes and for as long as she likes. I always look forward to seeing her.
As for me, it took me a while to get over the ordeal and then a while longer before I felt confident to go back to work with Jeannie. We have many more security measures in place now, so I feel I can relax at work again.
Today is almost a rerun of the day that started all this off. It’s a Saturday and Alice has had to go into the office in the morning to sign some papers. She has decided that I will be in slave mode for the entire weekend and is not in the best of moods after a stupid argument we had shortly after waking up this morning. I am wearing pyjamas and am on my way to the kitchen to make tea. Alice has just got up and is naked.
“Come here, slave!” Alice commanded, an icy tone in her voice.
I did so, uneasy about what was to come. Alice selected a short leather whip from our box of toys under the bed and several lengths of rope.
“Strip and bend over,” she ordered.
Nervously I did so, and Alice proceeded to whip my buttocks ten times, swiftly causing me to yelp and cry out. It was nothing like the torture I endured at the hands of Eva, but it was painful, and I was glad when it was over. Alice grabbed my hair.
“What do you say to me, slave?”
“I’m very sorry, Mistress,” I replied, head lowered.
“All right,” said Alice, letting go of my hair. “Make me some tea while I get ready and decide how you will spend the morning while I’m out.”
Twenty minutes later, Alice was sipping her tea, and I was stretched out tautly on the bed. My hands were bound together and tied to bed frame. My feet were pulled wide apart and each tied to opposite corners of the bed. Alice had stuffed a large pillow under my backside which lifted my body up and made me feel even more vulnerable.
“Ok darling, that’s it,” said Alice grinning. “You will stay like that for the next couple of hours, or maybe longer. It just depends if I decide to come straight back.”
“Yes Mistress,” I said, knowing better than to complain.
“Oh, just one more thing,” said Alice and she proceeded to strap our black leather blindfold over my eyes. It has a cutout for the nose and can’t be slid off once in place. It is very effective. And it scares me, particularly if I’m left alone unable to see anything. I opened my mouth to beg her to remove it, but she gagged me with her hand before I could speak.
“Now slave, don’t make me gag you as well,” Alice warned. “Not a sound. I’m going now.” She stroked me gently a few times between my legs which was maddeningly arousing, and then I heard her leave the room. The front door opened and closed, and I heard the car door and the scrunch of the tires as she drove away.
I lay there in the dark and struggled with the ropes for a few minutes. As I expected, there were no knots within reach and no way I could free myself. I resigned myself to the fact that I was stuck here till she returned and after a while, began to relax and fell asleep.
I woke up with a start some time later, suddenly aware of a presence in the room. An unseen hand grabbed one of my nipples and twisted it hard.
I screamed. “Who’s that?” I called out in a quavering voice.
“I think you know who I am,” said a horribly familiar voice and fear coursed through me.
“Eva,” I exclaimed. “But it can’t be.”
“Yes, it can,” Eva replied, “and it is. And this time, there will be no mistakes. You are mine!”
She twisted the other nipple and I screamed again.