by Anna Cundell
‘Here,’ Jade said. Standing on the highly polished wooden floor in the centre of the gym was what Clare had taken for a small vaulting horse, its padded top covered in thick suede.
Apparently the woman knew what to do, for she bent over the horse, tilting her buttocks upward, the chain dangling from her pinched nipples and resting against her lips.
Clare hadn’t noticed that the vaulting horse was fitted with four leather straps at the foot of each leg, and quickly the two overseers squatted and wrapped the straps around the woman’s wrists and ankles, making it impossible for her to straighten up.
‘You deserve six,’ Jade said. ‘You count.’
‘Six, yes,’ the woman repeated gloomily.
Jade positioned herself behind the helpless woman, and ran a hand over her buttocks, sliding over the smooth flesh. Then her fingers moved between the woman’s legs and into her sex, and although Clare could not see it she must have penetrated her because the woman let out a low gasp of unmistakable pleasure.
‘She likes to be beaten, I think,’ Jade said to Su Li, then removed her fingers and held them up for her colleague to inspect. Clare could see they were glistening wet.
Jade raised her whip, swung it down with real power and Clare saw the woman’s flesh quiver as it struck the meatiest part of her buttocks. The thwack of leather against flesh echoed around the room and the woman whimpered. Immediately a bright red strip appeared on the blank canvas of white flesh.
‘Oh, you not say number,’ Jade cruelly goaded. ‘We start again.’
‘No,’ the woman said.
‘Oh yes.’ Jade swept the whip down again, there was another thwack and another whimper, but this time the woman mumbled the required number.
‘One.’
‘You learn good,’ the other overseer said.
Clare glanced around the room. The other five patients – if that’s what they were – and the third overseer were all watching intently, though with such an effective display of the consequences if they slackened none of them had dared to lessen the pace at which they exercised.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Jade slashed the whip down. It cut into the soft flesh and made it quiver. Her whole bottom turned pink and there were now five stripes across it, the first of which had begun to turn a deep purple. The woman called out the number of each stroke, and appeared to be trying to move her bottom for side to side as if to fan air over it and relieve the burning heat. ‘Please, please, I can’t take any more,’ she begged.
Jade ignored her pleas. Thwack!
The woman howled pitifully. The sixth stroke had landed on top of the first and the pain must have been intense for she forgot to call the number.
‘Oh dear, another stroke needed,’ Jade said happily.
‘No, please, no.’ The woman tried to twist around and raise her head so she could look into Jade’s eyes, but it was impossible.
‘Oh yes,’ Jade said. She reached out and caressed the tortured flesh, running a finger along each of the stripes and making the woman wince. Again she slipped her fingers down into her sex. ‘You not want but cunny feels different, I think,’ she said. This time Clare could actually see her push two then three then four fingers deep into the redhead’s vagina. She twisted her fingers around slowly, screwing them down as deep as they would go. Clare saw the woman’s eyes flutter and then close. She gasped and trembled. For a moment she thought she was going to come.
‘No you don’t,’ Jade said, pulling her fingers out and in the same second slashing the whip down.
The woman’s eyes snapped open and she jerked. ‘You bitch,’ she gasped.
‘What you say?’ Jade asked.
‘Six,’ the woman breathed.
‘You call me a bitch. Okay then, I will be a bitch. Six more.’
‘No, no please, I can’t take it,’ the redhead pleaded.
‘Six more,’ Jade repeated. ‘And this time not so much noise.’ She turned around and pointed at Carlo. ‘You, come here.’
He stopped the treadmill and immediately walked over to the vaulting horse, and Jade grabbed the skimpy briefs and pulled them down to his knees. ‘You gag her with his,’ she said, flicking his cock with the end of her whip. ‘Hands behind your head.’
Carlo did not say a word, but he obeyed and positioned himself in front of the woman’s lowered face. Clare could see his cock was already beginning to engorge.
Su Li quickly released the straps holding the woman’s wrists to the legs of the horse. She pulled them up and wrapped them around Carlo’s waist, tying them there with a length of white rope around the small of his back.
‘Do it,’ Jade said, flicking the woman’s buttocks with the whip, and she opened her mouth and sucked in Carlo’s now fully erect cock.
‘You see, you can be obedient when you try.’ Jade nodded to Su Li; it was her turn to administer the whip. She raised her arm and slashed her whip down on the redhead’s bright red bottom. The flesh quivered, the woman wriggled but could make no more than a muffled protest, her cry stifled on Carlo’s erection.
Thwack! Thwack! The movement dislodged the neat bob of Su Li’s silky black hair, and several strands fell over her face.
Carlo was moving his hips with a regular rhythm, ploughing his erect cock back and forth in the woman’s mouth.
‘You like to fucky, fucky,’ Jade said, and he nodded. She moved behind him and ran her hand down over his tight buttocks and between his legs. Clare could not see, but it looked as if she was clutching his balls.
Thwack! The redhead’s body jerked, and a muffled cry escaped her mouth. Tied as she was she had no choice but to accept it, but she appeared to be only too happy to co-operate with the man, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard on his cock. Her buttocks must have been on fire, crisscrossed with red, scarlet and purple stripes.
Thwack!
The soft flesh of the woman’s buttocks trembled. Carlo moaned, pushing his cock deeper. Clare could see his eyes half close, on the brink of coming. But Jade had other ideas. As she felt the tremor of his orgasm she yanked her hand back, spitefully tugging his balls. Carlo yelped like a dog and his cock jerked forcibly from the redhead’s mouth. It was too late for him to stop himself coming and Clare saw his spunk jetting out all over his thighs and the polished wooden floor, and instead of experiencing the throes of pleasure it was quite clear from his expression that his ecstasy was much closer to agony.
Jade laughed. ‘You like fucky, fucky,’ she taunted.
Su Li released the woman’s arm from around Carlo’s waist and pulled him back. She aimed the whip and slashed it down on his rapidly softening cock, making him jump. ‘Get back to machine,’ she said.
Clare watched as Carlo pulled up his briefs and returned to the exerciser. Neither of the overseers made any effort to untie the redhead, and instead resumed their inspection of the other ‘patients’, leaving her bent over the vaulting horse.
Jade checked on Clare’s progress. Her time on the treadmill was over and the girl moved her to the rowing machine, and Clare found herself wondering if the little display had been for her benefit, a clear demonstration of what her future could hold.
After the workout, and a swim in the indoor pool adjoining the gymnasium, Clare was taken to eat with the other ‘patients’ in a sparse dining room that was also part of the annex built onto the side of the main house. She was then taken back to her room by Jade and stripped of the exercise gear.
‘Hands out in front,’ Jade said. Clare obeyed, and Jade produced a pair of black leather cuffs and strapped them around her wrists. They were joined by a single heavy metal link to which a short chain was attached. ‘Lie on the bed,’ Jade continued, and naked, Clare did as she was told. Immediately Jade lifted her hands and padlocked the short chain to the metal frame at the head of the bed.
‘Open
legs,’ the Asian girl ordered, slapping Clare’s thigh when she did not obey quickly enough. She then produced another leather strap. It was short and narrow and Clare caught a glint of metal as the girl strapped the leather around the top of her right thigh.
Jade had one other surprise. She held up a small silver clip, like a bulldog clip except the jaws were broader and more rounded. She slid one hand down Clare’s tummy and cupped her sex. She slipped two fingers into soft flesh then spread them apart until the little pink bud of her clitoris was revealed. Clare gasped at the intimate intrusion, with the other hand Jade opened the clip, placed it over Clare’s clit then allowed the jaws to close around the tender flesh.
Clare was expecting the same sort of pain she’d felt with the nipple clips. But though the metal was cold the pressure of the spring was not strong enough to bite into her too uncomfortably.
‘Keep legs apart or you feel bad,’ Jade warned, then straightened up and left the room, closing the door and locking it after her.
Clare was intensely aware of her clitoris. She could feel the blood in it throbbing against the confines of the metal, producing thrills of pleasure. The pressure of the clip had been finely calculated – not strong enough to induce numbness, but not weak enough to be ignored. In fact, after a few minutes it provoked a desire to bring her legs together and make it bite more deeply and intensify the delicious sensations, so ignoring Jade’s warning, Clare tried to do that. Instantly she felt a piercing sensation right across the inside of her left thigh, almost as if she’d been stung by a wasp.
She raised her head as far as her bondage would allow, and held her right leg up and out to one side. On the inner surface of the leather band strapped around her thigh was a series of needle sharp protections that glinted in the overhead light. The strap was designed to make it impossible to bring her legs together and thereby put any pressure on her clit.
She was not slow to appreciate the ingenuity of what had been done to her. The clip made it almost impossible to think of anything but the throbbing need in her clitoris while the strap prevented her from closing her legs and thereby rubbing her labia together to bring herself off. It created the desire and took away the means to fulfil it. It was fiendish.
She lay still trying to take her mind off anything sexual by listening to the noises from outside. She could hear voices and even laughter, and other doors being closed in the narrow corridor. It appeared the other patients were also being returned to their cells.
Eventually silence fell, and the insistent pressure on her clit made it impossible for her to think about anything but sex. With her arms pulled above her head her breasts were stretched too, and this seemed to stimulate her nipples. They were so hard, and she knew her vagina was wet too.
Closing her eyes only made it worse, with all sorts of images laying in wait for her. She could see the redhead’s buttocks quivering as the whip lashed into them, which immediately made her own prickle. She remembered the effect the comparatively mild whipping in the van had on her. She could see the two men in the clearing too, and feel the way they had filled her mouth and sex at the same time. There were graphic pictures of Mandy and Ms Fellowes, and Su Li, too.
Most of all, though, she saw Dr Hammer and those dark brown eyes. He seemed to be able to look at her and look through her at the same time. She couldn’t understand how he’d discovered her profoundest sexual secrets. She imagined he must have hypnotised her in his office, though how this enabled him to delve into her psyche so accurately she didn’t know. But there was no question that he had been right. What she’d experienced at the house, indeed what she was experiencing now, had proved that.
The secret attraction she’d felt for him from the moment she first walked into his office had turned into a deep sexual longing. The way he touched her in his study, it was as though she could actually feel his hand now. The thought of it made her shudder. He had given no clue as to whether her sexual subjugation included becoming his slave, but she hoped more than anything else that it would.
What made her state of frustration worse was that though the sex she’d had with Ms Fellowes and Su Li had created a depth of feeling she had never experienced before, she missed the deep penetration of an erect penis. What the men in the van had done to her was difficult to forget.
She relaxed on the bed, and the subtle torture continued. She would have done anything to be able to touch or manoeuvre her body in such a way as to bring extra pressure on her clitoris. It was difficult to estimate the passage of time because each minute seemed to be an eternity of frustration, but it must have been a good few hours before she heard the key turning in the lock.
Jacqueline Fellowes appeared. For once her long blonde hair was brushed over her shoulders, and she was wearing a red strapless evening dress, no more than a tube of clinging material that followed every contour of her hourglass figure. A gold pendant in the shape of a tear hung from her neck, the heavy ornament nestling at the top of her deep cleavage. Her long legs were sheathed in almost transparently sheer nylon, and her high heels exactly matched the colour of her dress. The aroma of expensive perfume drifted into the room around her.
She sat on the side of the bed and touched Clare’s cheek, her beautifully manicured nails painted a lustrous red. ‘I came to congratulate you, she said. ‘Dr Hammer is delighted you’ve decided to stay with us.’
Clare said nothing. That was one lesson she had learnt.
‘You really are very beautiful,’ Ms Fellowes went on, looking down at her naked body.
Clare stared up into her eyes. She wanted to beg her to release the clip, but despite Ms Fellowes’ soothing tone her eyes contained an unwavering glint of sternness and she did not want to risk her wrath.
‘I’m impressed,’ the woman said, as if reading her mind. ‘You’ve learnt to hold you tongue. Do you want me to remove the clip?’
It was a question; she was allowed to respond to questions. ‘Yes, Ms Fellowes, please,’ she said.
‘Is it that bad?’
‘Please…’
Ms Fellowes leant forward until Clare could feel her breath wafting over her labia. She took hold of the clip and twisted it up without releasing the spring, producing a wave of pain that made Clare yelp and her body shudder.
Ms Fellowes laughed; a sound that did not come naturally to her.
‘You have a lot to learn, Clare.’ Ms Fellowes stood up. ‘And I shall enjoy watching you do so.’ She got to her feet and walked to the door. ‘She’s ready for you now.’
Clare saw Jade enter the room, and once again she was carrying the nylon holdall.
‘I’ll see you later, my dear,’ Ms Fellowes said, swaying seductively out of the room.
Jade was wearing a black cheongsam, its skirt split almost to her hip. She sat on the bed. ‘I bet you want fucky, fucky?’ she said, grinning.
‘Please take the clip off,’ Clare said.
Jade opened the nylon holdall and took out a small blue glass jar. She opened it and smeared her fingers with a thick white cream, then leant forward and wiped the unguent around Clare’s labia and clit. The cream was cold and within seconds had completely numbed the whole area of her vulva so effectively that she didn’t know Jade had removed the clip until she held it up in front of her. She soon had the spiky leather strap unbuckled too.
‘You go wash, use toilet,’ Jade said, releasing her wrists from the leather cuffs but leaving them hanging from the frame of the bed.
A little unsteadily, Clare got to her feet. Her thighs ached from the strain of keeping them apart and her shoulder and arm muscles felt cramped from the bondage.
She used the toilet then stepped into the shower, took the soap and lathered her body, then carefully washed away the analgesic cream. Her clitoris felt distinctly swollen, but was still completely numb and remained totally unresponsive. Clearly the way the clip was
removed had been thought out as cleverly as the way it had been applied. It was obviously important to whatever Dr Hammer planned for her that in neither case was her body given the chance to achieve sexual release.
She took the large white towel and dried herself, and it was only then that she noticed the mirror that had hung on the wall above the washbasin had been removed. It was another small but significant step in removing her independence; now she was not even to be allowed to look at herself.
‘Put these on,’ Jade said, as soon as she stepped back into the room.
Clare gazed at the clothes. There was a lacy black quarter-cup bra, delicate matching suspender belt and tiny panties, and a pair of seamed black stockings. There were elbow length black satin gloves and black suede court shoes with high heels. There was also a full-length evening dress with a mandarin collar and no sleeves. The dress was made from totally transparent PVC.
Clare sat on the bed and put on the suspender belt and stockings, smoothing them up her legs and twisting them with the palms of her hands until the seams were absolutely straight. She slipped into the bra and settled her breasts in the cups. They pushed them up and together but left them naked. Then she stood up to pull on the panties, the small triangle of black lace barely covering her pubis.
Jade unzipped the evening dress. The only part of it that was not transparent was the black zip that ran from the throat right down to the ankle length hem.
Clare slipped into the dress and Jade zipped it up. The material felt clammy, and was tight, clinging to her skin uncomfortably. She wanted to ask what was going to happen to her, but she knew she would not get an answer and would be rebuked for not keeping silent.
‘Sit,’ Jade ordered as soon as Clare had put on the gloves and the high-heeled shoes, forcing the muscles of her calves and buttocks into permanent tension.
For the next half hour Jade did her make-up and pinned up her hair, and also applied a dark red varnish to her finger and toenails. It was the strangest feeling to have no say in the way she was going to look, but Clare told herself she had better get used to it as clearly this was an integral part of her treatment.
