G2-Story-045-One Pound Pony Girl-II

Matthew Torrance slipped his fingers from the silky wetness of his captive’s drenched sex and gazed down into her anguished, up-tilted face until the jolting explosions of her first enforced submission to his will began to ease.

“Quite satisfactory, pony-girl ...” he told her casually, then added, “for a beginner. You will become much more responsive as your training progresses, of course.” he smiled coldly, then added, “At least you will, unless you want to be punished.” He took the crop from his belt and sent it whistling through the air above her head and as her eyes filled with terror and she whimpered in fear, he nodded firmly, “I see we understand each other.”

Gabrielle understood only too well and as he informed her that he was now her Master and that she was required to call him that on every occasion when he permitted her to speak, she felt a cold chill of apprehension form in the pit of her belly. Nor was that all, for she must obey every command he gave, instantly and without hesitation. Failure of any description would be immediately punished by his crop. His final warning, that there would be no exceptions to these rules and no acceptable excuses, was reinforced when he tapped his crop lightly across the delicate buds of her nipples, staring deep into her frightened eyes while he did. There was no mistaking the message and a shudder racked Gabrielle’s body when she imagined her breasts being whipped. For long seconds, he held her gaze, letting her read her fate in his dark eyes, then he made a show of checking his watch.

“Well now, pony-girl,” he said at last, “it’s now just after eleven. In a couple of hours it should be quiet enough to take you down to the car and drive you to the farm. So, we have some time on our hands. Any suggestions as to how we spend it?”

His eyes glittered with amusement as he asked the question, knowing full well that she could not answer him and as she remained silent, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh well, if you can’t think of anything entertaining, then I suppose I shall have to.”

Gabrielle moaned into her bit-gag, suspecting immediately what form the entertainment would take and when he strode to the wardrobe and returned with three lengths of nylon rope, she knew that her suspicions were correct. Two were swiftly knotted to the posts at the bottom corners of the bed while the third was looped under it and knotted together, leaving a short end lying on the duvet. It was obvious that he meant to spread her ankles to the posts, but she could not quite work out the purpose of the third rope ... until he lifted and carried her to the bed and bent her forward over the footboard. She tried to struggle when he forced her head down, but the combination of her bondage and his superior strength was far too much and in seconds the rope was looped through a ring on the front of her posture collar and drawn taut, to hold her doubled over.

It was then childishly easy for him to loop the other ropes to each of her ankle cuffs, release the clip and pull her legs apart. Squealing in horror, she was forced onto the tips of her leather-shod toes when her legs were hugely spread until her thighs quivered with the strain and she was completely immobilized. With her rounded buttocks raised high and the pink folds of her labia drawn apart to reveal the glistening channel of her sex to his eager gaze, Gabrielle could do nothing to stop him from using her as he pleased. She was forced to accept his absolute power, her tears dampening the duvet below while her muffled whimpers told of her humiliation and fear.

Unable to see behind or anticipate what was to come, she was taken completely by surprise as the crop burned a line of scarlet fire across her lifted bottom cheeks. Twice, then twice more, then a final two: each lash greeted by a muffled wail of pained misery when her Master exerted his dominance and her bottom flamed with blistering heat. For an untrained and unprepared captive such as Gabrielle, the shock was immense, for even though Matthew had cropped her thighs to force her to obey him, she had never envisaged being punished for no reason other than his pleasure! She had done nothing ... nothing ... yet still she had been cropped and it drove home the stark reality of her plight with shattering force. While she fought desperately to come to terms with the situation, she momentarily forgot that inflicting punishment was not the only pleasure he could take from her.

His long, thick shaft bored into her gaping sex in one irresistible lunge and while she screamed in shock, he took her with hard, jolting thrusts, penetrating and ravaging her body without mercy until she was sent hurtling into a climax of such devastating strength and intensity that she could no longer draw breath to scream and her plundered belly exploded in white-hot bursts of molten love-juices.

Convulsing in an orgasm imposed on her against her will, with her nostrils flaring to suck in desperately needed air, Gabrielle juddered in her bonds when his hard fingers twisted her swollen nipples and still more cruel and unwanted arousal crashed through her pulsing belly and reeling brain. She tried to hold on against the enforced lust consuming her very being, but her frantic efforts were shattered into a million pieces when her Master increased the speed and depth of his thrusts to force her into a second, even greater orgasm; his seed hosing into the swirling, seething core of her belly.

Driven far beyond her limits, her whole body a sexual inferno she could not even begin to control, floods of her love juices poured down over her Master’s deeply-buried flesh while Gabrielle submitted utterly to the slavery she was no longer capable of resisting. A low moan filtered through her bit-gag when he pulled from her body and she slumped limply in her bonds while he strolled from the room, whistling as if he didn’t have a care in the world. And why not, she thought bitterly, he had every reason to be happy for he possessed a pony-girl and a sex-slave; the two combined in one tightly bound and hopelessly responsive female ... a woman who had once been his lover and his equal, but whom he now owned.

Stunned by the depth of her sexual submission and fearful of the crop he carried, Gabrielle made no resistance when he returned and untied the ropes which had held her for his pleasure, then locked her knee cuffs together. Her ankles were left free and it was only when he clipped a six-foot braided leather leash to the front of her collar and commanded her once more to follow him that she remembered him telling her she was to be taken down to the car and transported to his farm. Only, the car was in the underground park beneath the building, seventeen floors below and the only way of reaching it was by the lift which served the entire block. Surely he couldn’t be intending to take the enormous risk of using such a public method without covering her almost total nudity ... not with her gagged and in bondage with the marks of her cropping still clear against her pale flesh? It would be mad ... crazy ... unthinkable.
He led her, shuffling slowly in her hobbles and high heels, to the front door of his apartment and to her horror, out into the foyer and in her mind she screamed “No!” She tried to pull back only to find that he did not intend to let her defy his wishes and that his promise to punish any disobedience on her part was not an idle threat. With a cruel jerk on the leash, he brought her to her knees and without a second’s hesitation sent his crop slashing across her buttocks and thighs, applying six smarting cuts while she writhed and screamed in pain.

“Follow, pony-girl!” he repeated sharply and while Gabrielle struggled to her feet, eyes glistening with tears and her body adorned with the glowing evidence of punishment, he walked to the lift and pressed the button.

Leashed and in despair, Gabrielle could only pray that the lift would be empty, for if it was not, she would be displayed in the most extreme humiliation. She could hardly credit that Matthew would take such a huge risk for if she was seen, how could he possibly explain? Unless ... and her brain spun wildly when she visualized the scene ... unless he could carry it off by convincing anyone they met that she was a willing participant in some sort of erotic sexual adventure ... a fantasy in which she actually wanted to be discovered as a bound and gagged sex-slave.

Most people, herself included she knew, would be so embarrassed that they would not linger to question such a story and Matthew had already proven himself to be an accomplished liar. It would unquestionably work, for one glance at her clearly expensive costume and his immaculate appearance would allay most people’s suspicions. Who would believe that she was being transported into a lifetime of slavery by means of a public lift? To her complete astonishment and humiliation, Gabrielle felt her nipples stiffen to throbbing rigidity and her sex ooze with juices while her imagination ran riot, picturing the lift doors opening to disgorge a crowd of sophisticated men and elegant women. The leash at her throat jerked her forward and her Master’s free hand rose to capture the swollen button of her left nipple

“Randy little pony-slut!” he chuckled, “You’re getting turned on, aren’t you? Wondering if someone will see you like this, are you?”

Gabrielle gasped and her belly kicked hugely when his taunts intensified her own shameful vision and as he recognized her unmistakable reaction, his eyes glittered with malicious amusement.

“Ah, that struck a chord, didn’t it? You like the idea of being seen, do you? Well, I’m sure I can arrange that. Perhaps I’ll take you to a pony-girl show and arrange to have you displayed in your harness. Maybe with a notice hung around your neck inviting everyone to take you for a drive, eh? How does that sound?”

Later, when she looked back, Gabrielle would remember that moment as the one when she first dimly began to recognize that she was a natural submissive.

When his fingers released her nipple, Gabrielle gave a low moan, pleading for more as jet after jet of heated juices showered from her shuddering belly when she climaxed to the horrifyingly thrilling images his words conjured in her brain where she stood. Falling to her knees, she rubbed her breasts against his leg, her body shaking in release when the frenzy of her passion overwhelmed her, no longer knowing or even caring where she was or what such a blatant demonstration of her complete submission might betray about her.

At that moment, the bell rang to signal the arrival of the lift and the doors hissed open. Whether she was relieved or disappointed that it was empty, Gabrielle never had time to discover for she was pulled to her feet, then pushed stumbling into the lift car and it begin to descend. When she regained her balance, she was presented with a sight so stunning that she found it impossible to believe. Despite her numerous trips in this self-same lift, she had never really noticed that the back and side walls consisted of floor-to-ceiling mirrors ... until now.

In the polished glass, she saw herself for the first time as her Master saw her. Revealed in every tiny detail, a slender, blonde-haired woman stared back at her from wide, shocked eyes above stretched, bit-gagged lips. A posture-collar forced her head erect, her arms were welded into a single-arm glove to strain her shoulders back and thrust her full breasts and erect nipples into shameful prominence, while below her tight, heavily-boned basque, silvery snakes of love juices still trickled from her pink-lipped sex down her trembling thighs to her hobbled knees and booted feet.

The woman was the very picture of a thoroughly well used pony-slave in bondage and while Gabrielle examined her own reflection and saw how incredibly sensual and erotic she looked, she understood exactly why Matthew would go to such lengths to capture and keep her as his prisoner. The lift hummed downwards, bearing Gabrielle towards a fate she now accepted that she was not going to be able to escape, and just as she began to wonder whether life as Matthew’s slave and pony-girl might not have certain ... compensations ... the bell rang and the lift slowed to a halt.

This was not the basement car park, but floor six! Someone had called the lift and as the doors hissed open, Gabrielle’s eyes bulged in panic when her Master smiled politely and spoke.

“Good evening, Mr Torrance.” a soft, well-modulated voice replied and while Gabrielle squealed shrilly into the bit-gag, a tall, fit-looking woman of about Matthew’s age with short black hair and wearing a smartly tailored black suit got into the lift. For several seconds the only sound was Gabrielle’s muffled groans while the woman stared at her, then the brunette simply gave her a casual nod and turned to Matthew.

“The car park, please. I see that is where you’re taking your ... ah ... friend.”

“I see. Well, I’m sure you will enjoy it. I always think it’s much nicer driving at night. So much less traffic to ... ah ... distract you from your young lady.”

The polite conversation, oddly normal given the circumstances, became even more surreal when Matthew replied.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Miss Harrison. I’m forgetting my manners. This is Gabrielle.”

“Nice to meet you, my dear. I won’t shake hands as you seem to be somewhat handicapped at present.”

Gabrielle hesitated, doubting her own ears, but when he frowned and his hand went to the crop at his belt, she realized there was little choice unless she wanted the brunette to be a witness to a pony-slave’s punishment right there and then. Flushing a deep scarlet, Gabrielle sank to her knees at the woman’s feet, wishing that the floor would open up and swallow her to hide her shame, but with the posture collar holding her head up she couldn’t even hide her face. None of that seemed to concern the brunette at all, because while she watched Gabrielle humiliate herself, she gave a tinkling laugh.

“How very charming. She seems to be a pretty little thing under all that leather and metal. Wherever did you find her?”

“Believe it or not, at the International Horse Show.” Matthew replied, joining in the woman’s laughter and Gabrielle moaned in dreadful anguish, her blushes deepening when the brunette stooped to look at the bit-gag protruding from the corners of her mouth.

“Oh, I see.” the woman giggled, “Now I understand what that is. How extraordinary.”

“Not for a pony-girl.” Matthew pointed out reasonably and the brunette nodded.

“Oh, Gabrielle is not trained yet.” Matthew chuckled. “That’s where I’m taking her tonight.”

The lift slid quietly to a halt and Miss Harrison patted Gabrielle’s gagged cheek.

“Well, goodbye and good luck with your training little pony-girl. I’m sure you’ll do well. And good luck to you too, Mr Torrance. Do let me know how it all turns out.” and she was gone.

Gabrielle couldn’t believe it. Miss Harrison hadn’t even questioned whether Gabrielle was a willing captive, let alone demanded that Matthew release her even though she must have seen how much discomfort she was in and noticed the vivid red whip stripes on her body as well as the tell-tale stains at her belly and thighs. She had just assumed that Gabrielle truly wanted to be a pony-girl and accepted Matthew’s explanation at face value. How could the woman have been so stupid? How could she have possibly thought that anyone would be willing to be bound so helplessly and even whipped?

Surely, not even the brunette would have imagined that Gabrielle would volunteer to be a pony-girl? After the question formed itself in her brain, Gabrielle gulped and her blue eyes widened in dismay because that was exactly what she had done. She’d sold herself as a pony-girl for one solitary pound ... a pound she no longer even had. What she had instead of her pound was a Master and as the leash to her collar tightened, Gabrielle stumbled from the brightly-lit lift into the cool dimness of the underground car park.

Matthew’s gleaming Porsche was parked alongside her Ford, but it was not his car that he led her to, it was hers. She watched him open the boot and her heart sank when she realized that her journey to the farm was not to be made in the comfort of his car’s deep leather upholstery, but rather in the cramped, dark confines of the boot of her own. Her protesting whines achieved nothing and while he removed her leash then lifted her and bundled her inside, she had no option but to resign herself to the inevitable. He rolled her onto her belly and gripped her ankles in his strong hands and she was in no position to resist the forcible doubling of her legs up to her buttocks, then he clipped the rings on her ankle cuffs to the ring at the finger end of her single-arm glove and her spine was curved into the deep hollow of a stringent and quite inescapable hog-tie. Rolled back onto her side and with her posture collar linked to her single-arm glove and the glove linked to her ankles, her arched body was easy prey for her Master’s questing fingers and he was not slow to take full advantage of that fact.

“Don’t want you getting bored on the journey!” he told her casually, “This’ll give you something to think about.” and while one hand dived to the entrance of her sex, the other toyed randomly with her breasts until her body shuddered and quivered with unsatisfied lust and she moaned and sobbed in a torment of need.

At the peak of passion and with her eyes pleading for the release of an orgasm that was so, so close, he slammed the boot shut on her, plunging her into darkness and despair and the frantic longing of a wildly aroused slave. Just before he started the engine and drove off into the night, Gabrielle heard the familiar strains of one of her favourite songs on the car stereo and her eyes filled with tears of humiliation and anguish while the words echoed through her brain for she knew he was playing it as a mocking farewell to her freedom.

Hog-tied in the boot of her own car with her body on fire with arousal that she could do nothing to alleviate, Gabrielle lost all track of time and direction while her Master drove towards the farm where she was to be trained. It felt like a long time since the journey had begun, but she had no means of telling and knew that the combination of her remorseless bondage, aching limbs and the persistent throbbing of her nipples and sex hadn’t allowed her much opportunity to think of anything other than her own immediate problems. It was a genuine surprise to her to find that she was still highly aroused, because after sex. she was normally too drained and relaxed to do much more than lay back and smile ... especially after a climax of such devastating proportions as the one she had endured in the foyer outside Matthew’s apartment.

In different circumstances she would have thoroughly enjoyed feeling so sexually alive, but the circumstances were not different and she was the helpless captive of a man ... a Master who had shown himself to be coldly determined to impose the most outrageous and extreme levels of sexual subjugation upon her. If ... or rather when he lifted her from the boot and found that her body was still shamefully responsive, she didn’t want to think what he might do. He might even think she was enjoying what he had put her through. She felt her face redden in the darkness, telling herself that she really, truly, hadn’t, she hadn’t, she hadn’t.

But why, then, were her nipples still hard and her sex so embarrassingly wet? That was the question she dared not ask, for she feared that if she was to answer it honestly, it would leave her with no defence against him or against her growing, previously unsuspected and deeply worrying uncertainties as to the truth about her own nature.

It was almost a relief when she felt the car slow and turn off onto a bumpier track, presumably the one to Matthew’s farm. Almost, but not entirely, because very soon he was going to find out that she was still extremely aroused ... and she was going to find out just how seriously she had miscalculated when light-heartedly and almost unthinkingly agreed to be his pony-girl. It was a decision that was, without question, the worst she had ever made in her whole life and one she had a very strong feeling she was going to live to regret. The car stopped and when she heard him get out and slam the door, the full impact of her situation hit Gabrielle like a brick wall. This wasn’t a game she was playing with a caring and considerate lover ... this was real! She had been kidnapped and bound and was completely at the mercy of her captor. No-one knew where she was or what had happened to her for she had kept her relationship with Michael a secret from her colleagues at work, believing that it was no concern of theirs. Only the previous month, she had paid the rental on her apartment for the next six months and so her landlord certainly wouldn’t worry about her until the next payment was due. With the high turnover of staff at her work, it would just be assumed that she’d found herself a better job for that sort of thing happened all the time and was simply accepted.

With her parents both dead for almost ten years, she had lived a fairly quiet life with only an occasional short-term fling to break the pattern. Her humdrum life and lack of close friends had never bothered her, until now. She would just vanish and no-one would be any the wiser or try to search for her. When this realization that she was quite alone sank in, she threw herself into a titanic battle against her bonds, tugging and straining with every ounce of her strength until beads of sweat sprang out all over her body and she panted for breath through flaring nostrils. For long, endless minutes she jerked and twisted and heaved ... and at the end of that time, she was just as tightly secured, just as helpless as she had been at the beginning. Exhausted and totally demoralized, she finally lay still as she was forced to accept that there was no way for her to free herself without help.

When keys eventually rattled in the lock of her mobile prison, she sucked in a deep calming breath and stared upwards seeking her first sight of the place where her new life was to begin. The dark shape of her Master loomed and without a word he flipped her onto her belly, his hands busy at her ankles. The clinking of chain came to her ears, then her ankles were released from the hog-tie and she gasped in relief while her aching legs straightened. He lifted her from the boot and set her down, gripping her elbows firmly until her legs recovered enough strength to support her. She took the opportunity to look around and in the pale moonlight saw the long, low shape of a building in front and another, much larger, just to its left and all around, the dark, silent bulk of a forest. There was no sound of traffic, no glow of lights in the sky to indicate a town and when Gabrielle realized that she was a long, long way from her home and familiar surroundings, her spirits drooped even further. Her Master bent to release the hobble from her knees, then stood back.

“The low building is my home and the stable-block.” he told her. “The bigger one is the barn where your training will begin tomorrow. I’m going in for a drink before I go to bed. You come in when you’re ready.”

To her complete surprise, he left her standing there while he made his way to the house and went inside and Gabrielle didn’t know what to think. Was it a trick, or some sort of test? Or, did he really think she would simply follow him, like some sort of tame pet? Whatever he thought, it was her opportunity to escape and she wasn’t going to waste it. She turned to run and nearly fell flat on her face when she discovered what the clinking of chain had been about when he undid her hog-tie.

Her ankle cuffs were connected by twelve inches of strong links. She might have guessed he wouldn’t make it that easy for her to escape, she thought to herself, but if he imagined she’d give up just because it wasn’t quite as straightforward as she’d hoped, he had badly underestimated her and she wasn’t going to let a little thing like that stop her. A broad expanse of flat meadow lay in front and as it offered much easier going than the dark woods all around, Gabrielle walked forward with short careful steps, making quite certain that she wasn’t tripped by the chain tightening unexpectedly. It was hard, much harder than she anticipated, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that her high-heeled boots made her walk almost on tip-toe and set up an immediate dull aching in her calf muscles. By the time she’d reached the far side of the meadow and was confronted by the ominous black mass of thick forest, she was already tired, footsore and almost wishing she had just followed Matthew into the house. She was a city girl, dammit and not cut out for wandering around in forests. It looked so menacing and she didn’t know what might be in there, lurking in the darkness. She knew it must be her imagination playing tricks, but she felt as if unseen eyes were watching. It was a frightening sensation and Gabrielle shivered when a cool breeze played over her naked breasts and belly, rustling the leaves and branches as if the forest was chuckling at her. What was she doing out here, miles from civilization?

She didn’t even know which way civilization was and for all she knew, she might be headed in completely the wrong direction. What if she got lost? If the woods were as big and as dense as they looked, she might wander about for days without finding her way out. What if somebody was watching her and just waiting until she stumbled into their clutches? It suddenly seemed much colder and darker and scarier to Gabrielle and she whimpered in growing panic when she imagined hands reaching out to seize her and pull her into the impenetrable darkness under the trees. She wouldn’t even be able to scream or defend herself and in her mind’s eye she saw herself being dragged off by a gang of shadowy, faceless men intent on taking her and using her, pillaging her helplessly bound body for their pleasure and amusement.

The dreadful vision was more than enough for Gabrielle and she whirled around and stumbled back across the meadow towards the distant lights that marked Matthew’s farmhouse, her breath coming in rasping pants while she struggled to reach what now seemed to her to be the infinitely more preferable and safer prospect of voluntary submission to his Mastery. Twice, she tripped and fell, the breath whooshing from her lungs when she crashed to the ground without being able to break her fall, but each time she struggled back to her feet and staggered on, fearing to look back in case her nightmare watchers were in pursuit. Stained with mud and grass and her eyes wild with nameless fears, she reached the front door of the house and kicked desperately at the solid timber, frantic to be let in.

The door opened and she hurled herself into her Master’s strong arms, pressing her naked breasts against his chest while great hot tears rolled down her gagged cheeks and she sobbed in relief at her escape from her imagined terrors. Her Master drew her inside and held her at arm’s length, a cruel smile on his lips while he inspected her dishevelled body.

“So, pony-girl,” he said coldly, “you have decided to return to me of your own free will, have you? Very well, then, so be it. By your own choice you have come to my door as a full and willing pony-slave, wearing the bonds and collar of your servitude.” he paused and watched Gabrielle’s eyes fill with alarm and dismay, then continued slowly and with great force, “You are now and always will be my slave, Gabrielle and your freedom is gone. Forever.”

Gabrielle shuddered with the realization that her fear of the unknown had quite literally delivered her straight into her Master’s hands, but she also knew that she could not face the terrifying woods again. She had made her decision, out there in the darkness, and she could only hope it had been the right one because she was clearly not going to be permitted to change her mind. He let her go and pointed to the polished wood-tiled floor.

She gazed imploringly at him, begging him to take pity, but his face remained cold until she sank slowly to her knees and placed her body exactly as he had commanded. He nodded firmly.

“Remember this position. It is how I require you to display yourself for me as you become the obedient and submissive slave I will make you. Now, remain still and silent or I shall whip you.”

There was no doubt in Gabrielle’s mind that he meant what he said and she held herself motionless while he strolled to a leather armchair near the crackling log fire and sat down facing her, then picked up a half-finished drink sitting on a low, sturdy coffee-table alongside. He took a sip and rolled it around his mouth to savour the full taste, but never took his eyes from her beautifully presented body and while Gabrielle felt her cheeks redden, she realized that he was teaching her to obey.

It was a strangely exciting feeling and Gabrielle felt her belly swirl with embarrassingly delicious heat while his steady gaze devoured every inch of her form, lingering at her full breasts, then sweeping down to where she knew her labia and clitoris must be lewdly displayed by her pose. For a few seconds she wondered whether she ought to try to hide her most intimate recesses from him, but he had ordered her to keep still and the memory of her previous disobedience and the punishment which had followed were still fresh in her mind. Besides, she admitted to herself with secret pleasure, it was rather thrilling to flaunt her body so shamelessly in front of a man.

She wouldn’t have dreamed of doing so a few hours ago, before Matthew had put her in bondage, but now he was her Master and she had no choice about what she would or would not do. In an odd, backhanded sort of way, she felt more liberated rather than less, and thought it must be because there was no guilt if there was no choice. She had to do what he told her and if he decided to make her show off her body, then show it she must. With her guilty conscience temporarily stifled, she began to take an interest in her surroundings and her gaze roamed over the thick stone walls and massive wooden pillars that supported the beamed roof. She could not help but notice dozens of black iron rings set into almost every surface and didn’t doubt that some were original and had been used in the past to hold farming tools and household implements, but not that many. The others had probably been installed by her Master and it wasn’t too difficult to work out what they were for, or who they were for and Gabrielle’s belly glowed with a fierce heat to the certainty that the rings would soon be put to use in ways that she could only guess at. He clicked his fingers.

“To my feet, slave.” and as she flushed and began to rise to her feet, he snapped, “No. On your knees.”

She bit down hard on the rubber-coated steel between her jaws, wishing that she dared to disobey and that she wasn’t gagged so that she could tell him exactly what she thought of his arrogance, but she had no desire to be whipped and had to be content with a glare of frustrated impotence while she shuffled awkwardly across the tiled floor to his chair.

She straightened her spine and spread her thighs wide, eyes glittering with anger while he forced her to present her body. He reached down and flipped up a hinged tile and Gabrielle gulped nervously when she saw that under the tile lay another of the black iron rings; this one with a short black chain and clip welded to it. Before she could react, he gripped her head in his right hand and bent her forward so that his left hand could snap the clip to the ring on the front of her posture collar. Bent double and with her neck chained to the ring, she screamed in fright when she found herself locked to the floor and unable to lift her head, but even more frightening was his cruel chuckle while he watched her futile efforts to free herself.

“You should be more careful.” he told her. “I do not care for my slave to look at me the way you just did. I can see that you need a lesson in humility and the proper respect that a slave must always show her Master.”

Gabrielle wanted to explain that she had not known, had not meant to show disrespect, would be as humble as he wanted her to be, but it was too late and her bit distorted her pleas into incoherence while he stood up and moved behind her. To her absolute horror, she felt chains being clipped to her knee cuffs to hold her widely straddled and although she tried desperately to close her thighs, the chains held her with ease. From above her came the hiss of his crop whistling through the air and when she recognized the sound, she screamed and her thigh muscles corded in redoubled efforts to escape the punishment she knew was coming. Her Master smiled down at her weaving, jiggling buttocks and selected the spot where the first blow would land, then raised his crop.

“For a first offence,” his smile widened when Gabrielle screamed again, “the penalty is twelve. Six on each cheek.”

Gabrielle froze, then lunged wildly forward when the leather cracked across her right buttock to leave a scarlet stripe of scorching heat raging through her bottom and bringing a strangled wail from her throat. Five more strokes followed in quick succession, alternating between her left and right cheeks and while her flesh was adorned with stinging lines of fire, the writhing blonde was reduced to muffled sobbing as her buttocks turned cherry-red. He applied the seventh stroke, then thrust his hand between her quivering thighs to finger the velvet softness of her defenceless labia and stroke her cruelly exposed clitoris. Gabrielle gave a wavering scream when she felt her body invaded and her belly kicked violently as the contrast between pain and unbearably sweet pleasure overwhelmed her brain with conflicting emotions.

The eighth, ninth and tenth strokes, each followed by prolonged arousal of her engorged labia and hard-swollen clitoris, sent her into a limbo of ecstatic anguish and when she spun down into a whirlpool of masochistic rapture, her glowing buttocks pressed upwards and back to meet the crop and fingers of her Master. The eleventh stroke and its accompanying arousal brought Gabrielle to the brink of an enormous orgasm and her sex ran with the juices of her passion when the calculated cruelty of her punishment drove her beyond her limits and into a world where pain and pleasure were the same. To her horror her need was a bright, white-hot flame in her belly.

“You will climax for me now, slave!” her Master commanded and as the twelfth and last stroke burned across her bottom and his fingers buried themselves in the wet heat of her sex, Gabrielle screamed her obedience and submission and her belly erupted in volcanic contractions to release gigantic tidal waves of scalding love juices.

Time and again her belly convulsed with stunning power and when her Master pulled his fingers from her body, her juices flowed from the pulsing flower of her sex to spatter her flexing thighs and the floor beneath with the incontrovertible evidence of her complete sexual subjugation. Moaning in the throes of uncontrollable ecstasy, Gabrielle was unaware of anything but the explosive power of her orgasm and while her body and brain surrendered to the molten inferno that was her belly, her Master stood watching. She exhibited the almost limitless depths of sexual passion that could be extracted from a truly submissive slave, passion which he, as her Master, intended to exploit to the full ...

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