Gina moaned in shame and humiliation.
Gordon whooshed the cane through the air near her face, and she screamed, “I don’t know! Please, I don’t know! I don’t know what you want!”
The cane seared across her ass once again. Through her tears, she saw the cane appear in front of her face and again, she forced herself to touch it with her lips.
Gordon spoke from behind her. “You don’t know what I want,” he said in that calm, hard voice. “Fair enough. I’ll just check for myself.” Turning, he straddled Gina’s back, so that he was facing her ass.
She gasped under his weight, but in her position, she couldn’t move.
Reaching between her legs, he pressed his hard finger inside her. It hurt, and Gina squealed her outrage.
“As I suspected. Dry as a bone,” Gordon said, disapproval dripping from his tone, though, to her relief, he stood up, lifting his weight from her body. Moving to crouch in front of her again, he fixed her with his icy stare. “I’m going to teach you a lot of things, girl. One of them is that it’s rude to be dry for your Master.” He shrugged. “That’s more Frank’s department. He’ll teach you how to be wet at all times.” He paused. “And I will teach you about pain.”
Gina’s heart skipped several beats, a shiver of fear rippling over her skin.
“You will have your first real lesson in pain later today,” he continued. “You probably think you can’t tolerate very much, but I’m going to teach you that you can. Frank will introduce you to pleasure. I get a sense, knowing what I do of you, Gina, that you’re a complete virgin on both fronts.” Without another word or glance at her, he left the room.
“Thank goodness he’s gone,” she murmured. Her knees were now killing her, and her arms and legs were falling asleep. She was still bound and contorted, but at least she was alone.
Several minutes later, though it felt like hours, the door opened again, and Frank entered the room. “Hello, there. Gordon was not impressed, I’m afraid.” He was smiling, his tone kind compared to Gordon’s cold delivery, and Gina realized with a small shock she was actually glad to see him.
She sighed with relief as he crouched beside her and began to release the chains from her cuffs.
Too frightened to presume, Gina remained in position, the stinging welts on her ass reminding her to be still.
Frank pulled the mattress closer and guided her onto it. She lay inert as he gently massaged her legs and arms, bringing the blood back with tingling but welcome relief. “Now, Gina,” he said as he worked, “listen carefully. I’m going to explain some things to you. Some things that might make it easier for you to get along here. Gordon says I don’t need to explain anything to the toys, but I find it makes for an easier transition.”
Gina had closed her eyes, but she was listening for all she was worth.
“First, as you may have gathered, Gordon is the boss here. I don’t work for him exactly. You might say I belong to him, same as you, though in my case, it’s consensual. I’m his boy, you’re his toy.”
Gina opened her eyes in shocked surprise.
Frank grinned at her, his eyes twinkling as if this was all perfectly natural. Gina stared at him uncomprehendingly.
“In case you’re not quite getting it, my innocent girl, Gordon and I are both bisexual, though I fall in the middle of the spectrum in terms of attraction to both sexes, while I’d say Gordon is closer to the gay end. But when it comes to erotic torture, Gordon especially likes to play with girls—his particular kind of delicious, sadistic play. He’s a very exacting Master, but can be rewarding, too, once you understand how he operates.”
Gina had almost no idea what Frank was saying, but she knew she didn’t like any of it.
Frank continued, “Gordon likes his girl toys shaven smooth, so first thing, we need to get you properly groomed.” He got to his feet and held out his hand.
Not knowing what else to do, Gina took it, allowing him to hoist her upright. “We’ll go back to the bathroom. You’ll be happy to know I’m going to use warm water to groom you, not because you’ve earned it, but because it makes for a closer shave.”
As they entered the bathroom, he pointed toward the toilet. “Use it while I draw the bath.”
This time she accepted readily, aware she might not get another chance any time soon. She winced as the cold seat made contact with her welted bottom.
Frank had her kneel on the bath mat in front of the tub. Steam was rising from the water, and he added some bath oil that filled the room with a pleasing scent.
“Get in,” he instructed when the tub was full.
She obeyed, settling into the hot, fragrant water. It was the most comfortable she’d felt since she’d been thrust into this nightmare, and she almost sighed with the pleasure of it.
“Now stay very still, and do as you’re told, and things will go great. We don’t want any nicks, so make sure you obey me, do you understand? The only marks Gordon will want to see are the ones he makes on you himself.”
A deep shudder moved through Gina at his terrifying words. Then her eyes grew round as he brought out a large and heavy looking old-fashioned razor. He had her raise first one leg and then the other while he shaved her. His strokes were sure and smooth, and in no time he was done. Next her underarms, which caused a bit more trouble, because Gina was ticklish, and also mortified that he was touching her so intimately.
He reached for the bath plug. “Now climb out and sit up on the counter so I can groom your cunt.”
Gina began to shake her head. “No. No, no, no, no.”
Frank reached for her shoulders and hauled her to her feet. With little apparent effort, he lifted her out of the tub. “You will cooperate without a fuss, Gina. That is, unless you want me to call Gordon. He won’t be nearly gentle as me. You can count on that. He doesn’t mind a bit of blood at all.”
Suddenly lightheaded, Gina began to sway on her feet.
“None of that,” Frank said quickly. “If you fucking pass out on me again, I’ll definitely go get Gordon. Now get your ass up on the counter, pronto.” He threw a towel around her shoulders.
Somehow Gina made her way to the counter and, with Frank’s help, managed to perch on it. She leaned back against the mirror and closed her eyes. How had she landed in this nightmare, and when would she wake up?
“That’s it,” Frank said. “Scoot forward a little and spread your legs.”
He used a pair of scissors to trim her pubic hair close to the skin. Her eyes squeezed shut, Gina tried to stay very still, terrified he would cut her.
Finally, he set the scissors aside. Gina jumped at the touch of his fingers, which he’d smeared with some kind of emollient cream. As he rubbed it gently between her legs, Gina was startled by the almost pleasant sensation at her center. Touching yourself down there was a sin, and she had never done so. Yet, as he stroked her, she couldn’t deny that it felt good. The pleasure became more intense as he circled and swirled his fingers. A dark, sweet heat began to emanate from her core, and in spite of her fear, Gina moaned.
“You like that, huh?”
Frank’s deep baritone startled Gina out of whatever strange reverie had overtaken her, and her eyes flew open, heating flooding her face. “I-I don’t…” she stammered, not even sure what she wanted to say. Though she was shocked to admit, even to herself, she wanted him to touch her again, just there.
Frank grinned at her. “See, it doesn’t all have to be bad, Gina. There’s pleasure in being someone’s toy, especially when you behave. Now,” he continued, reaching again for the old-fashioned razor, “let’s get this cunt smooth and ready for the Master.”
Gina squeaked with fear, all traces of pleasure evaporating as he stroked her private parts with the cold razor blade, stopping every so often to rinse it under the tap. She held herself as still as she could until he was finally done.
“There,” he said with a satisfied smile. “Smooth as a baby’s bottom.” He picked up a tube of some of kind of
ointment and smoothed it over her denuded flesh. Then he patted her thigh. “Okay, let’s go.”
He brought her back and led her to the center of the mirrored room. Pulling her arms up, he cuffed them to chains overhead. Gina began to thrash in panic. “Please! I can’t! Please!”
Frank stopped her by placing two fingers against her lips. “Calm down. Look at yourself in the mirror.”
Instead of obeying, Gina looked down at the floor, the familiar feeling of shame at her nakedness flooding her anew. She didn’t want to look.
But Frank lifted her chin, forcing her to see the image in the mirror. In spite of herself, her eyes were drawn to the shaven cleft between her thighs.
With a kick at her ankles, Frank forced Gina to spread her legs, so her bare labia were on full display. “Don’t move from that position,” he admonished in a stern voice. “Keep those legs open nice and wide, just like that.”
Gina felt sick with embarrassment. She desperately wanted to lower her arms and cover her bare body, but of course, she could not.
Frank began to walk around her, eyeing her with an almost clinical gaze. “As of this moment, your training truly begins. You’ll need to drop some weight, but that will happen naturally. Our primary focus together will be on learning to understand and accept all your body has to offer.”
He was facing her now, and he took her face lightly in his hands as he dipped his head. He nuzzled at her neck, planting a series of tiny kisses along her skin.
That odd, pleasurable tightening she’d experienced at her center when he’d touched her down there returned now, a gentle throbbing in her core.
He lowered his head, bringing his mouth over her right nipple.
An electric jolt shot through her as he lightly kissed and suckled at her breast, the throb at her core intensifying. She didn’t entirely understand what was happening, but at least he wasn’t hurting her.
As his lips closed over her other nipple, the tiniest of sighs escaped Gina’s lips, her eyes fluttering closed. She kept them closed as he moved lower still, lightly kissing his way down her abdomen.
But when he kissed her mons, Gina’s eyes flew open, and she jerked away with a squeal.
Frank laughed, easily pulling her back into place. “Hush now,” he said, his tone not unkind. “I won’t hurt you. I know you’re a virgin, Gina. It’s not a hard guess that you’ve never even touched yourself, am I right?”
She was too embarrassed to reply, but he didn’t seem to notice or care.
“I’m going to teach you to become a sexualized woman, Gina, whether you like it or not. Hopefully, you will come to like it, even to love it, but the bottom line is that you have no choice in the matter, little girl. No choice at all.”
No choice at all. No choice at all.
The words looped in her brain as Frank opened her with his fingers. No choice in the matter as his warm, wet tongue darted between the private folds. No choice in the matter as that sweet, dark heat returned and intensified into something she’d never knew existed until this moment. No choice in the matter. No choice at all.
The words faded beneath the pumping of her heart, the throb at her center, the gasp of her ragged breath. She groaned when he slid a finger inside her. She was wet, slippery with his kisses and with her own juices. The pleasure continued to mount until she began to moan. Still he touched her in a way no one ever had before, until the raw, exquisite ecstasy completely overtook her.
She cried out as her body began to jerk in spasmodic gyrations. Her loss of control frightened her, but she was too focused on what was happening to her body to pay much attention as wave after wave of pure, exquisite sensation crashed over her senses.
When he finally lifted his mouth, Gina sagged in her chains. She would have crumpled to the ground if she hadn’t been forcibly held upright. Slowly she opened her eyes.
Frank stood in front of her with a broad grin on his face, which was glistening with her juices. She could smell a sweet, musky scent in the air that she understood must be coming from her, and heat flooded her cheeks.
“Not bad for a virgin,” he said with a small laugh. “You’ve definitely got potential, little girl.”
He released the cuffs and supported Gina as he lowered her to the floor. Sitting cross-legged beside her, he cradled her head in his lap. As he stroked the hair from her face, he said, “That was just the beginning, Gina. The tip of the iceberg. I’m going to claim you so completely you will live for my touch.”
Gina stared up him, mute with a strange kind of wonder. Something had ignited inside her like the first lick of flame around a match. She believed what he said, but was it a promise or a threat?
Frank left Gina to rest on her mattress, and she fell at once into a deep sleep. But she was instantly awake when the door next opened, and her heart clutched with terror when she saw not Frank, but Gordon, appear in the doorway. He held a large, multi-tressed whip in his hand, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
Gina curled in on herself, cowering against the mattress as he approached.
He set down the whip and the duffel near her. Then, without speaking, he hauled her roughly upright and led her to a spot in the center of the room. There he secured her cuffed wrists to a chain in the ceiling, her arms pulled so taut that she was forced onto her tiptoes. He pulled a bright red rubber ball with leather straps attached to it from the duffel bag.
To Gina’s utter horror, he forced the ball between her teeth. As the foul-tasting thing forced her tongue back against her throat, he buckled the straps behind her head. Drool trickled down her chin as she gurgled her protest. She caught an image of herself in the mirror, the red ball shoved into her open mouth, her eyes wide with terror.
Again reaching into the bag, Gordon produced a pair of alligator clips held together by a chain between them. Grabbing one of her nipples, he twisted and rolled it until it engorged in his grasp. Then he closed one of clips over the tender nubbin, twisting the tiny knob until the teeth cut into her delicate flesh.
Gina screamed against the gag.
He did the same with the second nipple, so the chain between them dangled at her chest.
Her nipples throbbed with pain, and the room tilted on its axis. She would have fallen to her knees, but the chain held her upright.
Still without speaking, Gordon picked up the flogger and began to whip Gina’s back and ass with stinging, methodical strokes. It wasn’t as painful as the cane, but still hurt plenty. When her skin was on fire from shoulder to thigh, he moved to face her.
When the lash hit the clamps on her nipples, Gina moaned in pain against the ball gag and sagged in her cuffs. With a cruel smile, Gordon struck the other breast. Then he flogged her from shoulder to thigh and back again, until she felt as if she’d been flayed alive.
Her nipples had numbed, but when he pulled away the clamps, they leaped back into agonizing life, and she bit the ball so hard she punctured its rubbery surface.
Silent as a ghoul, the evil man finally released her cuffs from the chain, easily catching her as she swayed. He lowered her to her mattress, removed the disgusting gag from her mouth, and walked out of the room.
She lay as he’d left her, too spent even to cry.
Chapter 3
No windows, no clock, no way to measure precisely how long she had been imprisoned. She guessed from the number of very small meals Frank had served her (she was always nearly as hungry when she was done as when she’d started) and the daily grooming ritual that three days had passed since her abduction.
She saw Frank more often than Gordon, thank goodness, and welcomed his visits in a way, as it was better than being alone. Plus, he usually gave her those wonderful orgasms nearly every time he touched her, sometimes with his mouth, usually with his hand. His mouth was her favorite, but she could still come from his fingers, though not as hard. He had yet to use his cock, but had assured her it was only a matter of time.
She should be outraged, and when she had the energy, s
he was. She had been saving her virginity for her husband-to-be. But her life had shrunk to something so much smaller and more intense than worrying about her virginity.
Would she eat today? Would she be punished? Would she get to come?
At this point, with all that happened, what was one more indignity—one more invasion? With her new sense of heightened sexuality, she was curious to know how his cock would feel. Would it hurt? Would she come from having him inside her?
“Orgasm, climax, fuck, cunt, clit, asshole, cock,” he would say to her, along with other words that were just as embarrassing. He made her repeat them over and over, until she’d finally stopped blushing. They were just words, after all.
She dreaded the visits from Gordon, with good reason. He always left her bruised, welted and exhausted, as well as thoroughly humiliated. She hated him with every fiber of her being.
She clenched with nervous anticipation as the door opened, praying it was Frank.
But it wasn’t.
Gordon stood at the door. He was nicely dressed in a button-down shirt and tie, tailored trousers and elegant tasseled loafers, his blond hair slicked neatly back. He had the dreaded duffel bag over his shoulder and what appeared to be a bottle of wine in one hand, a wineglass in the other. “Hey there, cunt slave.” He lifted the glass in her direction. “Frank and I were just toasting to a particularly good deal that’s come through. You ever have good champagne?”
Gina had never had any kind of champagne, good or otherwise. They were teetotalers in her household, and she’d never had a drop of alcohol. “No, Sir,” she replied.
He filled the glass and held it out to her. “I’m in a good mood. Have some.”
Gina took the glass hesitantly. She sniffed it, and the tiny popping bubbles tickled her nose.
“Go on,” he said impatiently. “Drink up. Maybe it’ll relax you a little. You’re awfully tense, you know that?” He barked a cruel, mirthless laugh while Gina struggled to contain the sudden, dark rage that surged through her.
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