“Follow,” he ordered.
Sasha managed to gasp, “Yes, Master,” and rose on her shaking legs and stared at floor, and it took her a moment to realize they had already crossed the room.
William stormed back to her and grabbed the front of her collar, forcing her tearful eyes up. His expression was thunderous as he snapped a leash through the ring on the front of her collar and dragged her towards Ronnie. “Keep count. That’s one.”
Ronnie whispered, “Yes Master.” ‘Shit, all you had to do was follow, Sasha.’ This was going to be a long two days.
For the most part, Sasha was dragged up the stairs, but by the time they reached the top she had composed herself a little. She tried to give Ronnie a look to express that she was sorry, but her friend was staring at William’s back.
Sasha turned to study the man, and she noticed how powerfully built he was. The clearly defined muscles etched just under the surface of his skin had been hidden under the cultured suits and sweaters she had seen him wearing, concealing his strength. ‘Two days…it’s just for two days.’
They entered a room at the end of the hall and William turned to her. “You were not ordered to make that noise.”
Sasha had not even realized she had been whimpering. William dropped the leash, walked over to the desk and opened a drawer, and he returned with a thick leather gag and grabbed the bottom of Sasha’s jaw. Her mouth opened. She moaned as the plug was pushed in, reaching to the back of her throat, and causing miserable retching while he buckled it.
“That’s two.”
“Yes Master,” Ronnie replied.
Sasha was pulled to her knees while he sat at his desk, and he clipped her leash to a bolt underneath. Ronnie was pulled between his spread thighs and Sasha could the wet slurps and licks as she stroked his cock with her tongue while Sasha continued to sob behind the gag and stared at the leg of the desk.
Several times William reached down and put his flat palms on her belly and the small of her back to straighten her when she began to tire and slump, and they stayed that way for what seemed like hours.
At last, William leaned back, stretched and announced, “Lunch.”
Ronnie secured his pants and stood beside him. William unhooked the leash and pulled Sasha up onto her cramped legs, and the trio headed towards the dining room. There was a formal set up with porcelain china on the table, and silver covered serving dishes were within reach. Two ceramic bowls were on the floor on either side of his chair, and as Sasha looked around she wondered who the hell would take a job in this dungeon.
She dropped back to her aching knees and waited while William removed her gag. At least the retching had stopped, and Sasha swished liquid around her dry mouth. When William picked up his fork, Ronnie leaned forward with her hands on her thighs and silently ate from her bowl.
Sasha tried to do the same, but her back ached and her braid slid over her shoulder. She reached to throw it out of her way and William grabbed her arm. Sasha gasped and froze, having no idea what she had done wrong. William grabbed her other arm and pulled her wrists behind her, and when he rose again, she discovered he had clipped her arms together behind her back. She cried silently as her hair dragged through the stew while she ate. At least he had not given Ronnie another punishment.
Sasha thought about the ‘oh-so-cultured’ Ronnie she had seen in public. How could she make fun of the sweet relationship Melinda shared with Eric when she spent her days in this crypt, naked and eating from a dog bowl?
Apparently, Sasha had stopped whimpering enough for the gag to be left on the table when they exited the dining room. William unbound her hands and led them to an exercise room where Ronnie began a prearranged circuit that Sasha tried to follow. She had to admire Ronnie’s stamina. Sasha was sweating, and her strained muscles buckled half way through. William was on the other side of the room lifting weights and hitting punching bags.
When the hour was up, Sasha followed them into a large, tiled shower. Ronnie and Sasha washed William, and were only cleaned by the water that ran off of them. At least the crusted gravy was off her face and most of the stew rinsed from her hair.
After they dried William - the damp women were not afforded towels - he lay on a padded table and the girls began to massage him. Ronnie expertly worked his muscles, and Sasha tried to mirror her actions on his other side. She was horrified to find herself becoming aroused as her small hands stroked his firm flesh and searched for knots.
William studied her eyes through his partially opened lids. She was concentrating completely on pleasing him the way Ronnie was. Of course, she did not have the strength to have much of an effect on the tendons, but she was trying. ‘What’s this? You naughty girl,’ he wanted to chuckle. He noted her uncomfortable quiver as desire burned behind her eyes, and William bet he would find her wet if he reached between her thighs.
After they finished his back, he dressed and they walked back to the study where Ronnie resumed ministering to his cock and Sasha tried to keep her back straight as she knelt beside him. At some point, Ronnie had stopped her attentions and was placed on the other side of his chair.
William reached into a drawer and turned to Ronnie, and after a few seconds he turned to Sasha. She straightened her back, thinking he was going to correct her posture again. Her lowered eyes widened and she bit her lip to keep silent as his fingers stroked her nipple. As soon as the tip peaked, he took the noose of string, looped the tender flesh and tightened the slack.
Sasha felt the immediate ache as the blood supply was cut off. She hardly noticed the weight of the small bell attached to the string. He repeated the procedure on the other side, and then calmly went back to what he was working on.
The throbbing in her nipples was becoming an itch, and Sasha’s hands trembled as she forced them to remain on her thighs. She was also very aware of the cream oozing from her core. The response to the torture confused her, only because it was William who supplied it. Her strained back eventually sagged and the small chime of the nipple bells rang out.
“That’s three.”
“Yes sir,” Ronnie replied. She had not expected Sasha to make it as long as she had through this one.
Sasha’s tears slid down her cheeks as she tried to straighten without the tinkle of the bells damning her and Ronnie to more torture.
William was paying close attention to her movements and realized that the three hours of kneeling had brought her almost to breaking point. “Follow.” He rose and led the girls out of the room, choosing to ignore Sasha’s musical chimes. Ronnie was practiced enough to be silent even though, as Sasha now saw, she also wore bells clipped to the rings through her nipples.
Sasha followed silently as they were led outside. If not for the terrifying circumstances, she would have thought it was a beautiful picture. The smooth surface of the lake reflected the trees on the bank and the sky, and it was completely secluded. The women were led to an outside torture arena.
Ronnie’s wrists were hooked together behind her back and then her ankles were linked. William lowered a chain with a clip from the thick branch of a tree and secured her joined wrists and ankles to it. He raised her in this hogtied position and she swayed in the breeze while her bells tinkled merrily.
Sasha took a step back when William approached her, and he muttered, “That’s four”.
Sasha shuddered as he pulled her towards a flat stone base that faced away from Ronnie and towards the water. He lowered chains hanging from two branches that hung overhead. Sasha remained silent as he hooked a chain to each wrist. One winch worked both chains as the links shortened and Sasha’s arms were pulled to the sides until she was raised off the ground. William checked her and seemed satisfied with the stretch. Other than the weight on her arms, it was not terribly painful.
William attached an ankle cuff to each of the chains embedded in the corner stones, leaving Sasha hanging off the ground, spread-eagled. Now, it was beginning to hurt, and she found if she wrapped her hands ar
ound the chains she could ease the stress on her shoulders.
William strolled to the end of the dock and turned around to gaze at them. Sasha should be screaming and begging by now. He watched her little fists as they white knuckled on the chains, correctly discovering the way to ease her stress and lengthen the torture for his enjoyment. Darien was getting a treasure with this one.
There was a light sheen of sweat sparkling off her skin from the afternoon sun, and he watched as her fists gave up their grip. He walked towards her, disengaged her from the chains and ordered, “Lie on your back.”
“Yes Master,” she gasped, and collapsed.
William walked over to Ronnie and whispered, “She’s doing well.”
Ronnie was watching Sasha’s back as she hung. “Her little bottom was clenching constantly, and I’m so hot I could crawl all over her. What are the chances Darien will pass on her at the end of the summer?”
“Not likely. Short of torture, I’m throwing weeks worth of training at her. I keep watching for signs that she’s breaking, but so far I’ve got at least three indications that she’s deeply aroused. I think even Sasha recognized it in the gym.” William looked at the young woman stretched out on the grass. She was slowly clenching and loosening her tired hands with her eyes closed.
“When do I get to play with her?” Ronnie asked.
“Tomorrow. I’m going to take it easy on her until after dinner.” William began lowering Ronnie from the tree. He gathered Sasha and led her back to the cage in the dungeon, and Ronnie silently followed him up the stairs.
Sasha used the bucket and lay down on the cot. Her nipples were throbbing, and even the lightest brush from her fingers on them made her want to scream. At some point, the stress of the day caught up with her and she actually fell asleep.
When she jerked awake, she realized it was because of the sound of the door being opened, and her muscles rebelled painfully as she struggled to kneel. William was alone, and she quickly lowered her eyes.
He opened the cell door and clipped on the leash. “Dinner.”
Sasha had to steady herself with one arm to stand. “Yes, Master.” Her aching legs moved behind him up the stairs and back to the dining room. Ronnie had mentioned that sometimes he let them relax at dinner, and Sasha found herself looking forward to the reprieve, not that she had any idea what she would say to them.
Her hopes fell when she saw Ronnie kneeling quietly by one of the two bowls on the floor. Sasha fought back a sob and silently joined her on William’s other side. Her muscles were still quivering so much that there was no way to silence the bells, but thankfully William did not count out further punishment.
After dinner, William led them back to the cellar. Sasha knelt while Ronnie was gagged and her wrists and ankles were tied to a post. Sasha was stretched spread-eagle to a frame after she was gagged. Her feet were closer together and she could ease the stress on her arms by balancing on the balls of her feet.
William’s fingers worked the noose open on one nipple, and as the blood flowed Sasha shrieked behind the gag. His fingers approached the other one, and she wailed and shook her head. ‘Ah, there it is.’ William was waiting for her point of refusal. He had offered absolutely no pleasure to her since she had arrived. He wanted to learn her limits. He leaned forward and lightly sucked and licked the released nipple, while a hand on her back pulled her close and the other reached for her pussy.
Sasha moaned pitifully into the gag as she realized his hand was headed to her folds. She knew he would feel the liquid heat of her passion, and she hated herself for allowing him to make her feel any arousal by his treatment. She was literally in the hands of a Master. William continued to comfort the tortured nipple and to stroke her sex.
Her hands clasped at the empty air as her bottom tightened against his gentle seduction. A finger breached her channel, and she sobbed at the involuntary grasp her muscles made to clench onto him. When his thumb slipped through her juices to stroke her clit, she closed her eyes and succumbed to her desire. She continued to wail and sob behind the gag, even as she thrust against his hand and climbed towards release.
As the first wave of the violent spasms erupted, he moved the hand from her back and removed the other nipple string. Sasha howled in the combination of agony and ecstasy, and William stood and held her close to him, experiencing her shudders.
It finally ended, and Sasha screamed muffled, distorted curses at him as he smiled and walked over to Ronnie. His poor companion’s thighs were drenched with her juices after watching the episode. William kissed Ronnie’s temple and whispered, “Your turn.” Her eyes were glazed with desire at his Mastery.
Sasha slumped in her chains, trying to allow her confused mind to understand what she had experienced, and she paid no attention to the moans and gasps coming from the other side of the room. In the recesses of her mind, she thought she registered the gagged sounds of Ronnie climaxing. It did not matter. Nothing mattered. Sasha felt as though she had cheated on Darien by allowing William to seduce her.
When Ronnie’s passion subsided, William whispered, “Look at her, Veronica. See the guilt in her eyes? Darien is already her Master.”
“Sasha has earned you both four punishments this evening,” William frowned. “I had expected a much nicer number, but four will have to do.” He strode to the wall and selected a weapon, and Ronnie looked at the leather-wrapped cane and quivered. It was her favorite, and she was sure he had selected it to console her.
William approached Sasha first, and she bowed back as much as she could, trying to escape the brush of his fingers across her bruised nipples. They immediately hardened to tight, painful points, and Sasha looked nervously at the cane.
William said quietly, “With only four strikes, I’ll have to make sure they count.”
The first whip came across the left nipple, and the delayed fire that coursed through her body had her shrieking and jerking in her chains. The strike across the right one caused the pleading in her eyes. The strike across her belly left a deep, scarlet stripe as if a hot poker had been dragged over the pale skin, and the lash across her naked pussy caused her to arch and scream until her voice came through raspy, even behind the gag.
William put down the cane and stroked her folds, and he held the slick fingers up to her face and smiled again. Sasha watched in horrified, stunned silence as he walked away to punish Ronnie.
After William let her down from the frame, he held her shoulders and guided her to the cage. He removed the gag, but she continued to avoid looking at his face as she stumbled towards the mattress.
Ronnie followed him up the stairs, although she returned a few minutes later to place a bottle of water by the thin pad where Sasha was silently curled up. She stroked the long brown hair once and returned upstairs.
Sasha sat up and drank the water. Her shocked eyes looked around the cellar to reassure herself she was alone. She curled up again on the bare mattress and let her fingers trace the welts on her body. They were more painful and pronounced than anything she had experience up to that point, and tentatively touching her nipples, she found them sensitive and erect. She was frightened by what she had experienced and how she had responded.
Sleep was a series of disjointed dreams and nightmares, jerking her awake in gasping terror or equally gasping passion with no reason or difference between them. Sometimes she would awaken with wet eyes, and other times with the musky dampness of arousal. By morning, she thought she had gone insane.
William had been monitoring her throughout the night on a camera hidden in the rocks in the cell. Ordinarily, he did not like his training observed. Darien had participated in several of his sessions, and William was excited by the responses he had elicited from Sasha. He knew Darien was nervous about sending her to him, as much as he had been when Darien took Ronnie.
He thought about it for an hour, and finally called Darien and offered to link the feed to him. While they watched Sasha twist and turn, waking up screaming or remo
ving trembling, drenched fingers that had been stroking herself in her sleep, they were awed. Veronica was watching as well, and several times she became overwhelmed with arousal and asked for permission to suck William’s hard cock while he explained to Darien what Sasha had experienced throughout the day.
Knowing Darien was taking her to Nevada in three days, William told Darien he was going to start bringing her down to level off tomorrow. They agreed they knew what they needed to about Sasha, and it would be Darien’s training over the summer that would teach her to accept it.
In the morning, Ronnie came down to the cellar alone for Sasha. She had not fallen into a deep sleep until very late, and consequently it was almost noon by the time they saw her stir and Ronnie was sent to retrieve her. She held down her hand and helped Sasha stand, and her fingers traced the welt on her belly. “We better get you cleaned up and get some ointment on these.”
Sasha followed her silently up the steps, and stalled when Ronnie headed upstairs. “Come on,” she smiled, “my room’s up here.”
Ronnie’s room was functionally comfortable, and Sasha noticed her closet of beautiful clothes was bigger than the actual bedroom. The bathroom to the side was almost as big as the closet, and it contained a sauna, a tanning bed, a huge shower and an even larger bathtub.
She began running water in the tub and added healing salts. Sasha saw her toiletries bag lying there, and brushed her teeth and unwound her braid. She stared at her skittish green eyes and dank wilted hair in the mirror. Her eyes dropped briefly to the angry welts, then traveled back to her face, and her eyes filled and she began to cry.
Ronnie walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around her, and Sasha turned and clung to the tall woman. She sobbed in Ronnie’s arms while Ronnie cooed and stroked her hair. “Shh, shh, now. It’s okay, Sasha. You’re okay, baby.” It took several minutes for Ronnie to lead her to the soothing waters of the tub.
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