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by Lindsey Brooks
Still a prisoner at Watchnest Hall, used and abused by Victor, his lawyer Charles, and by Judith her former companion, Amelia struggles to come to terms with her body’s intense arousal to pain and to her captors’ overwhelming mastery of her and of the other slave girls. The frequent threats from Judith to force her to endure lesbian sex terrify her, and yet, as much as part of her is desperate to escape, another part of her is begging for increasingly intense torment, pain and sex.
Published: 8 / 2010 No. words: 67300
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Strong BDSM Content, Male Dom – M/F, Historical Bondage/BDSM
He motioned her onto the bed and arranged her on her back, half upright against the pillows. “Someone wrote to me a few days before I was due to come here. They warned me about your thefts and I was able to arrive in time to prevent them.” He laughed and slid the chain through a ring on the headboard, then through the one at the back of Amelia’s collar. “I don’t think it beyond the bounds of possibility that you did it just so you could have your wanton desires fulfilled.” He joined the ends of the chain together and Amelia felt their cool links slide down between her shoulder blades. Amelia’s collar.
“N…no,” she protested with a quiver running through her sheath. “No. I don’t even know you, Victor. I wouldn’t do such a thing. I don’t want…”
“Yes you do. You’re getting excited now because I’ve chained you to the bed.”
Amelia looked away from his near-black eyes, so like her own. It was true.
“And it’s totally delightful, my raven-haired beauty.” He laughed with pleasure and sprawled across the foot of the bed, his penis lying slackly on his thigh and his gaze taking in her nudity. “Bend your knees and spread your legs.”
Amelia looked at him from beneath lowered eyelashes. Her belly was leaping uncontrollably and every nerve in her body was strung tight. She had thought the previous night, with Jane beside her, was horribly intimate. This one was doubly so.
“If you want me to overlook you addressing me by name instead of as ‘Master’, you will obey,” Victor said, softly menacing. Amelia jumped as she heard the faint crack of something striking flesh and a distant cry that might have been Jane’s penetrated the silence of the room. She raised her knees until her feet were flat on the mattress and parted her thighs.
Victor’s eyes glittered. “Play with yourself.”
“Nooo!” Amelia wailed in cringing embarrassment. “Please don’t make me.”
He leapt towards her and she cowered, all thoughts of refusal banished. “Hands up.” Amelia reached her hands to the back of her collar. “Who is your master?”
“You. Oh, you!” She squirmed as his left hand lifted her right breast.
“Then that is what you call me, slave girl!” He smacked his palm down on her fleshy teat, stinging the hard point of her nipple and the half-healed weals left by Judith’s switch. Too fearful to use her hands to protect herself or even twist away from his blows, Amelia sobbed her way through five more hard slaps to her breast. Victor sat back and lifted her chin until she was looking into his eyes. “You can obey me at once,” he said icily. “Or you can be disciplined first and then forced to obey me.”
“I will obey, Master,” Amelia said tearfully. “I will, I promise.”
He stared deep into her eyes, and to Amelia’s dismay the chill of fear along her spine was joined by a thrill of excitement in her sex. She watched warily as he rose and took something wrapped in a cloth from the drawer by the bed. Her belly tightened. It was not a cloth. It was a handkerchief. She knew at once that it was hers and what it was wrapped around.
“Let’s see if this makes you more amenable to my instructions.” Victor laid the ivory dildo on the sheet between Amelia’s feet. Her sex had begun tingling the instant she recognised it, responding as it always did to the presence of her toy. Moisture bathed her sex and it rippled suddenly.
“Pick it up,” Victor invited, smiling wickedly as he lay on the bottom of the bed and propped his chin on his hand.
Amelia did not want to. He was watching her with such intensity. He could see everything – the languorous half-closing of her eyes as her tongue slid wetly over her rouged lips, the rise and fall of her breasts with their erect nipples beginning to pulse, the hairless pout of her pussy quivering with a new eagerness between her gently trembling thighs. And she could do nothing to prevent any of it. Amelia stretched out her hand. The collar jerked around her neck as the chain went taut. Victor laughed again as her hand strained towards her toy and fell short.
“Not yet, my disobedient, little bunny. “Fingers first. You must earn your reward.”
The sudden burning in Amelia’s cheeks could have been a blush of shame or excitement. It no longer mattered. She still hated Victor, she still felt her guilt, her despair, her aching longing for Jonathan to come and save her. All were trivial, meaningless compared to her irresistible, driving hunger for pleasure and the fulfilment of orgasm. She dived her hand into her sex.
“Just your middle finger,” Victor ordered. “And close the rest so I can see properly.”
Amelia did not demur. She would do anything that meant she could have the beautiful phallus filling her pussy. She shivered in delight as she slipped her finger between her outer labia and began masturbating. Her humiliation at Victor’s amused chuckle only added to the mounting heat of arousal spreading from low in her belly to every nerve and fibre in her body. The tiny kernel of rational thought left in her mind slipped away as she watched Victor’s penis expanding and revelled in her power to ignite his desires.
Teasing the delicate folds at the apex of her slit, she felt her little bud stiffening under her finger and moved her other hand to stroke the moist, fluttering opening below. It felt delicious. A flow of juices bathed her busy finger and she looked longingly from her phallus to Victor’s rigid cock, and groaned. Panting hard, she revelled in the weight of her aching breasts on her arms as she rubbed and chafed between her thighs and felt the nature of the pain in her buttocks change as it melded with her pleasure.
The faintest spark of logic scorned her for her surrender, but a far more compelling fire in blood and belly spurred her on as Victor scooped up the dildo and lay with his face almost touching her sex. She felt the furnace heat on her thighs as Victor pushed her hands away and spread her pussy. Amelia watched with heavy-lidded eyes, whimpering her need at the feel of Victor’s fingers on the wet, swollen petals of her inner lips, knowing he was gazing into the dark, velvety depths of her quivering sheath.
