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291 katies story291 Katie`s story compendium pt1It all began with a double date: she had been to the night club with her cousin and his girl and that great dozy bugger from work that had pestered her for a month for a date. Finally, she had given in and at the dance the cousin and his lady had tactfully withdrawn (they left them to it in reality) and he the Gallus beggar had then got pissed out of his head, so she had left him at the nightclub in disgust and set off home across the common on foot.Now that would have normally been looked on by the family as a silly move, however she was mad angry, the road well lit and there was a load of folk about. She strode determinedly away towards home, when a small sports car slid smoothly up beside her, and a cultured voice asked “did she know the way to the nearest garage, the jolly old motor running on fumes don`t you know.”Now normally she had enough sense to keep walking, but the man was a tiny little being, in a lo- slung motor and he sounded so pathetic that she turned and bent down to the window to explain the route to the nearest garage. She leant forward he leant across the passenger seat and wound down the window. Barely had she opened her mouth than a sack covered her head from behind and her body was pitched forward into the vacant seat.The assailant followed her through the window and the driver set off lurching both the disoriented Katie and the as yet unseen assailant into the space behind the driver`s seat, she knew she was in trouble, especially as a handcuff clicked onto her right wrist. She fought like a tigress but her vision being hampered, and the sack restricting her movement as well as the huge size of her assailant meant she was soon completely handcuffed, her arms behind her back and his not inconsiderable weight holding her down. The driver didn’t miss a beat as he raced the little machine along the Glasgow road`s, he knew where he was going and was in a hurry to get there before the tigress got her second wind, or the police stopped them for overloading.They drew to a halt in a lay-bye on some remote road, the driver assisting the second man to sit the girl up and un-sack her head, a ball gag was quickly wrapped round her head, and her nose held till she opened her mouth. The ball was then jammed between her teeth and the strap clamped tight. her shaken wits began to return and she took stock, she was a prisoner of some sort, her family didn’t expect her back till tomorrow so she would not be immediately missed, her hands were secure, or she would have fancied her chances with the little driver but the giant assailant, was both huge and capable and she knew her situation was hopeless… as yet.The driver was saying that she was to sit still and stay quiet; she could sit with Ben on his lap but not to try any heroics.She knew it was better than that smelly old sack or crammed into the back space so she nodded her assent and they soon set off again.She desperately tries to note the names of villages and any landmarks. The huge silent “Ben,” holding her onto his lap with a grip of iron, sat in grim silence. The driver all the while skilfully covering the ground as fast as he sensibly could, concentrating on the road and not drawing attention but knowing exactly where he was going.A silent hour passed, maybe more, she knew she was near Wigtown, well south of Glasgow, the final cart track not user friendly for the low slung sports-car lurching and scr****g over the rough road. They swung into a gateway and abruptly the journey was over she was bundled into a white painted Butt and Ben cottage thrown into a seat and told to “sit quiet!”She was not inclined to do otherwise, her jaws hurt from the gag, and her arms were stiff from the unusual pose, she was scared, tired and miles from the next nearest homestead.The driver now removed the gag, growling at her that “they were here for a number of hours till the buyer arrived. She begged to use a toilet and in reply she was dragged her to her feet without ceremony and hauled into the bathroom, here her knickers were roughly downed and removed and she was left her to empty her near bursting bladder. It was a struggle her arms still pinned behind her. The driver soon fetched her to the bedroom, relocking her left leg to the old metal bed-head, saying “he was sorry, but he had promised Ben her body as payment for his help this evening, so she was to behave and do just as she was bid.” She expected as much or worse and said nothing. Instantly she knowing there could be no escape this night.The lumbering “Ben” appeared and began removing her clothing; she was wearing tight black skirt and black and white low-cut top. The Black lacy panties she had lost in the bathroom and as she loved the feeling of freedom with her nipples rubbing on the top as she danced she had no bra covering her 38 DD`s. The little driver cautioned the lumbering giant “not to mark the goods in any way as they needed a good sale.” He then gently tweaked her nipples, blew her a kiss and quietly closed the door as he left. The dum giant smiled at the secured girl, silently finishing removing his own clothing, he may have been big slow and silent, but he had a largest penis she had ever seen and though there was no foreplay, she instinctively knew that he knew how to use it, she was simply pushed back into the pillows and he mounted her in a single movement. She realised resistance was useless the pain as his huge member filled her was immense, but within a very short while her arms wrapped around her assailant as she became more and more aroused, her treacherous body giving itself to this silent giant slamming into her in a crude but very exciting style.She was both reacting to his lovemaking, crude though it was, and visibly enjoying the experience and that quickly had her in a screaming climax, which she thoroughly enjoyed, going with the flow in a decidedly resigned way.The huge man continued for most of the night, sleeping and sexing her alternately Katie snatching an hour here and another there as his staying power awesome. Few times in the past had felt so full and satisfied, but by the next dawn she was exhausted and half asleep when he left her as abruptly as he had entered her.She heard the driver chuckling and as her body began to drift off to sleep, asking Ben if he felt better. Her tired mind thanked god for the contraceptive pill.She became aware of voices, the sun was up, and the sleep had done her a power of good, she realised that Ben was a mute, so it must be some other visitor. The driver had mentioned a buyer, her whirling mind wondered who or what, then suddenly she realised that it was her, that was her body that was being sold. She became somewhat tearful. The door slowly opened, and three men stood at the foot of the bed, Ben her overnight lover, the driver and a new man, a white suited, handsome, tall dark man of a vaguely Mediterranean appearance. The driver and this new man were in the midst of negotiation as to a price, the suntan starting at two and the driver at five, pointing out her ample breasts, her shape, and the length of her legs.The suntan said “he was taking all the risks” and came up to three.The driver said that “there was no trail so what risk” The saleable item in all this was wondering what made her so saleable, what she was worth and where she was to end up!The suntan said he would enjoy trying the merchandise, he enjoyed English women, (which somewhat miffed the lassie her being a born Scot,) and that three and a half was his final offer!Hands were shaken and the three left both the room and a bemused Katie who lay back again desperate once again for the toilet. It was Ben who came to her aid, silently releasing her from the old bed and motioning her to follow him. He took her to the bathroom motioned her to the bath then left her to bathe which she did after relieving herself.The hot water restored her to her old self, her needed to escape became prominent once more and the knowledge it needed to be soon.She contemplated the window, but her skimpy knickers, retrieved from the bathroom floor being the only piece of clothing she had; so she knew she would not get far in this sparsely populated area and she dismissed the idea as impractical even if she could squeeze through the high little window.Ben soon reappeared and escorted her to the bedroom motioning her to dress, which she did under his ever-watchful eyes.The four sat to the table suntan counting out wads of cash to the driver, finishing with a handshake and the comment that “she had better be worth three and a half thousand, though I admit she looks as though she could take a bit of punishment,” his comment made Katie shudder, flattered at the price but sheer terror ran through her as she contemplated his words about punishment. The dreaded handcuffs were quickly reinstated, and she was bundled out and into a small white van, where she lay in maltepe escort the back on the uncovered hard floor bouncing over the rough track on her way to wherever and whatever fate had in store for her.Her, body bounced on the hard floor, until the metalled road was reached, and things improved, then improved once more as the turned onto a better main road, the little van buzzing along for some time till it abruptly slowed and then stopped the engine finally coughing itself to silence, and the door of the cab slamming, before silence reigned and she was left alone and shaken in the cold steel van body, rain now tap tapping on the roof.She lay getting her breath back trying desperately to think. Luckily, she had always enjoyed a little BDMS, nothing heavy but a tap or two of a flogger was not unknown, and a spanking had stimulated her more than once as well, she was not a virgin by any means. Bondage too held few fears, luckily, and as her job was not of national importance, only her elderly parents would be missing her and as she tended to have odd nights out without warning and as she did not now have a regular man …well… as women of her age went missing from Glasgow quite regularly it was unlikely that she would be searched for by the police or not very hard even when the alarm was raised! She began to quietly weep.The cab door crashed open again and they began this journey to the unknown yet again. This time it was a longer trip, the little van rumbling along at a fast clip for hour on uncomfortable hour.Finally the machine began bouncing over a rough track then halted and the engine again stopped, the silence was deafening, the cab door crashed open, footsteps and then the doors of her improvised cell opened, cool fresh air hit her and she looked around as she was dragged out by suntan like a bag of coals.She spun a full 360degrees, taking in the unfamiliar moorland air, and the view in the gathering dusk of the unfriendly flat bog-land that stretched for as far as she could see. The remote cottage squatted on the landscape like a wart on the back of a naked beauty. An ugly structure in its infancy, now in old age it was hideous, built many years ago to accommodate a gamekeeper or gilly out here on this vast dreary moorland a tiny stable told of his transport and a small enclosed garden of its self sufficiency.‘Suntan’ pushed her towards the front door, remarking that she would be here for a day or two and as she could see the area was accessible only by the roadway they had just traversed, there was no other way out and he would easily recapture her if she left the homestead.He removed her handcuffs, she rubbing her wrists as he used a key on the heavy old door which creaked open stiffly. They entered the cold damp building, he pointing out the facilities such as existed, an earth closet, out back and a drum of collected rain water beside the stone sink. She was told to always boil the water and she was free to wander the home and garden but no funny business as the moor was a sinking stinking marsh so not to stray or she would be drowning in an instant.He then threw himself in the old armchair telling her to light the fire, make some food and generally sort herself out, indicating the woodpile and the bag of coal, the larder and the bag of fresh foodstuffs he produced from the motor. He began lighting an old oil lamp, and the room was bathed in soft light.An hour saw them in better shape, warmth was returning to the room, a much-needed meal of sorts was being digested and coffee was being drunk the lamp shedding a warm glow and the fire a radiant warmth.She realised he was in a after dinner mood so she asked “well whatever your name is, what is going to happen to me?, and he smiled a big beaming smile, saying he was just the courier his name was Jess and when the transport arrived she was going to become a plaything for his father in their home, entertaining guests and the family as and when they had the need and that it would be a hard experience as the last incumbent had found. In reply she introduced herself as Katie and asked if it was worth appealing to his better nature, to which he laughed and shook his head. “More than my life is worth” he told her “My dad don’t do refusals, we had a woman once that did that and he had her disposed of with his favourite whip and then dropped into the sea in chains. Not that she could have cared by then.”Her face showed that she was disturbed by his comments and she stood and went into the tiny kitchen She washed up the few plates, and then asked about sleeping arrangements, to which he again laughed, fetching a couple of sleeping bags from the back of the cab of the van. He also fetched the handcuffs, told her to remove whatever clothes she wanted to remove and slipped the cuff onto the big old coal bucket and her left wrist.She said was surprised there had been no sexual demands on her tonight, but he smiled and said that he was tired after the long drive and that tomorrow he would be refreshed but would see what he could do as they had a few hours to sit it out.He pointed her into the bedroom along with the big coal bucket and the sleeping bag, the room struck cold, the mattress soft and musty, but most welcome; she climbed into the bag and was soon asleep exhaustion overtaking even the terror of what lay ahead.Dawn arrived, and she could hear his snores, quietly she raised herself and the blessed coal bucket, crept into the living room then went outside to use the earth closet, she contemplated escape, but three things were against it, the blessed coal bucket, though she could carry that a push, and the nakedness of her body, and the remoteness of the placeShe wondered if she could remove the handcuffs, but to do so quietly needed the keys and they were on his key-ring.She wandered back into the building, and ‘Jess’ who was still snoring peacefully.Beside him lay his white suit, the temptation much too much, carefully she lifted the trousers, found the keyring and quietly removed the hand-cuff`s, she was free of that bloody coal bucket. That`s the first problem she thought, as she silently darted into the bedroom and dressed in the few clothes she had set out in, all those hours back.Reassuringly the snores had not reduced, and in a trice her light bare feet had her running along the rough track away from the awful homestead. An hour saw her on what passed for a roadside, a lonely twisting tarmac road, leading well for all she knew anywhere, she had no idea where she was, never mind where she was going. Her feet hurt, she was tired, and she was frustrated, not one car had passed since she had been on this wretched road, and there still was not a house in sight.Thus, it was she thought brilliant when the sound of an engine could be heard in the distance on the still morning air; she had a sudden thought that dreaded van searching for her, could she risk it. She slid down the banking at the edge of the roadway waiting for the motor to come into view. In the distance came a blue minibus, relieved she waved it down, the van slithered to a halt and he explained her need for a lift to the nearest telephone. The driver a short grey-haired man, said he was a stranger too but to get in and did she know how to use a satnav? “She did” she said, so he asked her to set it for “the Gillis croft” his fare was there, and they would know the location of the police or telephone.The address meant nothing to her, She did as bid, the comforting voice of American electronics told them to continue to head south west, the driver grunted and they buzzed along the hard road, as she explained her predicament. The driver ever interested, covering the roadway she had so recently taken so long to walk, in just a few moments, her expecting to see the white van at any moment.The voice entreated them to “in 500yards turn right”Her heart sank, as she realised their destination, she screamed at the driver to “go straight on it`s the place the place I have been held!”The driver shot her a twisted smile as he turned onto the rough road, “I know” he shouted “Jess is my son” instantly tears cascaded down her face as she knew now it was hopeless.Within the quarter hour a tearful Katie was back cuffed to that old coal bin, Jess rubbing his newly awoken eyes and struggling from his sleeping bag and his father not a happy bunny berating him for “losing my property” and shouting that he would discuss it all later.The place was soon shut up and the two vehicles moved onto the track, when a helicopter was heard approaching, the thing alighted in the one piece of ground available the car turning circle, two men alighted, and the father son and captive soon took their places, Katie secured to Jess, having never flown, watched in awe as the ground receded, the two men left behind to drive the vans away.The nose dipped, and the little place was soon a small dot in the distance, the coast appeared and rapidly escort maltepe disappeared, and the pilot was soon circling of all places the helipad on the top of an old lighthouse, before alighting for them to drop off. They crouched as the whirling blades whisked the machine away back whence it had come, and she knew there would be no possibility of escape from here.A hatch rose in the pad, and to her amazement a fully tailed butler appeared and ushered them below. They descended the stairs, spiralling down deep into this unusual home. She was released, from the cuffs, and they sat to the table set perfectly with linen and silverware, a candelabra spluttering impressively on the table centre, and fresh flowers adorned the side cupboards.A girl in tiny diaphanous wisps of silk appeared bearing the meal on a silver platter, it was spectacular, and oh so tasty. Katie forgot her situation in her eagerness to hungrily eat.The meal was soon consumed, and the host, Jess`s father addressed them both, telling them that though he understood the desire for her to get away, she had cost him dear and, he was not going to forget her attempt to leave. His opinion of his son he said he had no words for. He explained that Katie was here to “replace the last woman” he said that “she had unfortunately drowned having forgotten to remove her chains when swimming” he smiled his sly smile, which she was to find was his cruel streak which she would see a lot in the next few months. “She would be used” he said “as and when any of his guests requested,” and “she would not refuse them anything” (the last few words he shouted to emphasise the importance of his words) “staff will from time to time be allowed to use you as well but that is an earned privilege.”“When not in use you will be treated with respect by my staff at all times and you will eat with us here. We have a doctor and a nurse to care for any damage inflicted by my guests, so don’t be worried about your care here, and you will have a personal room with a sea view. He laughed at this last little joke. Then he rang a small bell calling for the butler. “Chambers” show Katie to her rooms and give her the tour. She rose and followed the tail coated butler wordlessly in a sort of daze. They ascended perhaps a hundred feet on the staircase and then abruptly turned into one of the numerous doors this one a red one labelled to her distress “slave” in chromium letters.Chambers smiled, at her shocked face, saying that in effect that is what she was, so it was apt.The door led to a series of three rooms linked together, all curved and joined by two doorways the two rooms a small bedroom, well bedded and a tiny sitting room complete with sofa television and table the smallest a toilet, bath and shower.‘Chambers’ said she was responsible for the cleaning of these rooms, and your offices, he led her down to the next level, here was another red door, marked “slaves office” and with a flourish he opened it here is your office, another three rooms directly below her new home slightly larger than the slave flat due to the taper of the tower.The smallest a wet room with a toilet, the second a bedroom this with a four-poster the third a dungeon complete with whipping block, dentist chair, cross, whips, straps chains, clamps, you name it and it was here, Oddly or perhaps ominously there were no doors between rooms in this whole sweet.The butler handed her, the key to the office, saying she would not be required this night so she was to settle herself in, she asked about clothes, and was dismayed to find that she was to use the last woman`s clothes some fresh would be ordered if she was of a different size though he doubted they would be vastly different.When guests were here she would never be wearing nothing more than a housecoat at any time, Chambers then nodded before withdrawing, she was alone here in this strange placeShe began examining the contents of the curved wardrobe, and the curved sideboard, the last incumbent, if the labels did not lie had been named Elizabeth, she had been big of breast, at 40D, not greatly different to Katie`s double d 38s, she could manage if she must, her height must have been around the same, but her remaining sizes were not apparent, all the remaining clothing being stretchy trousers, or tea shirts, track suits and vests, there were an assortment of housecoats, dressing gowns and nightdresses.In the shower room the usual shampoos, perfumes, makeup, and the like abounded, though the content of the cabinet made her shudder there being plasters, bandages, lint, and a large bottle of wych-hazel marked “for bruising” along with some antiseptic cream and some anaesthetic lotion.Showered and redressed in a clean nightdress she sat and watched the television, normality, the news, no mention of her or her disappearance, in her heart of hearts she did not expect it! The door knocked, and she answered it to find Jess his eye blacked standing at the step, his father had given him the eye for losing her so easily. She asked him in and treated the eye with the creams and potions in the cabinet, saying she was sorry she had tried to escape but that he would have done the same had he been her, to which he agreed.He then said he had missed out as he had promised to have sex with her this very morning, she said it was a shame, but he should have stayed awake! They laughed, she knew it was no good resisting, she was here, miles from help of any sort, and this was as passionate as she could expect from now onward. They fell onto the sofa him on top before becoming welded together in a passionate embrace.His hands fumbling for her breasts, hers removing his tea shirt, there was some unearthly sexual drive forcing them together, an unknown force that they were unable to resist, beyond reason, way beyond common sense, they needed to become one, desperately entwined, their sex organs slithering into one another as if made to interact, his hips began their ag- old dance, urgent, thrusting, even desperate, together they rose to a crashing climax, lips crushing together. They fell into the after-climax trough, that time of relaxed closeness that a couple love one another closer than at any other time, not because of lust, or urgency, but in that moment because they just wanted to be together.The couple moved to her bed, clothes discarded as they went, eager as two teenagers on a first date, they began again, hands everywhere, fumbling, and caressing, enjoying, exciting occasionally tweaking, nipping, even slapping, the night passed in a haze of short sleeps in one another`s arms, climaxes, more sleep then starting once more in a long rolling cycle. Dawn came and with it parting, breakfast he said was at eight, and he was gone leaving her in a bed damp from a night`s sex, his personal perfume on her body, her bedding, and his memory imprinted on her brain. Showered and redressed she presented herself at breakfast; again, the maid in the thin silk delivered the full English, silently slipping in and out like fog on a reef, they ate in silence the father silently devouring his food, like some robot steadily chewing his food his eyes piercing and cold.“Screwed you has he?” the question was sudden and crisp taking her by surprise, she gazed back steadily and grasping for an answer, not wanting to cause her overnight lover any more problems.“Well?” Jess said in a loud clear voice that he had spent the night with the lady, so what?A flicker of a smile crossed the old man`s face, as he swung his eyes towards the younger man, “well is she good?”Jess stammered that “she was fantastic” and he hoped to do it again soon. The old man smiled that awful sneering grin of his, saying that he would try her out himself, soon, but that Lord Reese was coming to visit this very night, so he would have to take his turn when she was well enough again”Her blood ran cold, he had said ‘when she was well enough, so he expected her to be hurt then, He went on that the noble lord would arrive at four, everything would be ready at three and he would check it all himself, his steady gaze never left her face as he said that the lord would use her painfully tonight, she was to expect to be under the doctor after the man left. But he said, regardless of her condition no one would intervene or assist her while the noble Lord was in the building and it was Lucky for her he was not staying over. The hours passed in a whirl, Katie cleaning the office, then bathing, and trying to keep busy and control her nerves knowing she was to be a real sadists victim just as she had fantasised, the old saw beware what you wish for ran round her head time and again.At 3.45 she was summoned to the waiting area beside the stairs dressed as she had been ordered in just a pretty but old housecoat Jess secured her hands in front of her with leather cuffs and a collar with a dog chain attached, then kissed her, wished her good luck and maltepe escort bayan withdrew leaving her alone as the lord had requested. Butterflies churned in her belly as she stood bizarrely waiting They heard the chopper arrive it was a bad dream, it was just 4 pm, as the roof door to the helipad opened and the butler greeted the noble lord, ushering him into the waiting area and introducing her as” the slut.”The beady eyed lord nodded, and then removed his clothing, revealing a man of about 50 years, balding, overweight, short and hairy. She stood impassively watching, as he collected the end of the chain and with a tug led her to the stairs. They were followed to the dungeon by the butler bearing the lords clothes and a tray of drinks which he placed on the whipping horse and set an old alarm clock, before nodding at the noble lord and withdrawing yet again obviously he had walked this road before. She heard the key turn locking the door as he left. it gave a dread feeling of finality.Grey cold eyes surveyed her as he removed her cuffs, she rubbing her chafed wrists as he addressed her explaining that he had “paid for her for four hours” and that “if she survived it would be a matter of luck for her and her owner but he would do his utmost in the next hours to see that did not happen!”Tears welled behind her eyes as he went on that “he would enjoy catching her first then he would use a whip for the rest of the available time.” She was told to remove her robe then she was to have a seconds start on him to evade his clutchesHe reached forward and took a drink, offering her one at the same time; she refused stepping away from this revolting item of inhuman flesh that had just explained he was to attempt to whip her to death.He smiled then took a grab at her wrist; she dodged it quickly stepping backwards, and the game began, he grabbing at her, she dodging him and kicking at him in fear of her life which made him grin, she knew she needed to keep from his grasp, she ducked under the bed, desperately trying to get her breath, he swiped at her leg, she slipping from the other side of the bed and for more than an hour they dodged about the three door-less rooms, he nearly managed to get a grip of her in the wet room , but her sweaty skin allowed her to slip from his grasp, she avoided that room from then on there being no items to dodge behind.Being a cook in her working life had meant she was not as fit as someone with a more physical job the noble lord was by now showing his age, slowing considerably as well. The second hour passed, neither having the upper hand, the lord snatching a glass and swallowing its contents in a rush as he passed the tray.Knowing she was beginning to flag she ripped a crop from the wall, using it to swipe at him adding a further problem to his capture of his quarry, that too elicited a grin.Both were now gasping for breath, the noble lord pulling a whip from the rack and swinging it at the legs of the rapidly moving woman, a livid red stripe appeared on her right lower leg, she hardly noticed the sting of the leather, as she dived again beneath the bed in the hope of a moments relief for her burning lungs.Another 45 minutes passed in this mad chase, he scoring a number of hits on her body, she looking increasingly like a map of the roads of England, stripes of livid red on the white skin criss-crossing her back, her seat and her belly. It could not go on much longer she knew but was now his right to enjoy using her body in the most painful way she could imagine.Her blood ran cold as he attached the chain from the overhead lift to the cuffs, opened the pillory and began to raise the chain till she was on toe tip her hands high above her head.He approached her soft breasts, tracing the red wealds across the soft 38 inch bust she had always been so proud of, he lifted the right breast by the nipple, hefting it and enjoying the sharp ingress of breath.He began to smile, turned and fetched a clamp which he secured to the long nipple tightly and painfully. He repeated the exercise on its sister eliciting a small groan. He returned to the cupboard collected something she could not see and returned, again the fixed stair as he lifted the right breast, slipped whatever he had fetched, under the heavy breast then released the weight to trap the item.hope springs eternal. It was not to be though, he swung again the thong wrapping itself round both ankles a bringing her to the floor. He threw himself at her smothering her with his sweaty hairy body and holding her flat while he took some much-needed breaths.He stood dragging her to her feet, seized her neck under his arm and dragged her to the pillory, quickly securing her arms and head in the wooden clamps, she knew it was hopeless now, standing waiting for him to begin to use that whip to remove her skin in a final bloody frenzy of whip strokes.Not so, the noble lord who stood back taking another glass and surveying his victim whilst recovering his breath.After a short while he approached her with leather cuffs which he attached to her wrists while fixing her with those impassionate eyes and telling her that he had enjoyed the chase it White hot pain stabbed into the underside of the breast as the line of needles threaded through a wooden dowel stabbed into the tender flesh, he began to raise the left breast and she knew what was now to come, she was not disappointed, droplets of reddened sweat began to dribble from under each breast and she could not withhold a scream as he patted the front of each breast forcing the needles deep into her soft flesh. His smile was so cruel it brought bile to her mouth.He stood back, lifted his whip from the shelf it had lain on, and then began to strike at her now screaming body, the leather curved around and caressed her belly as he experimented with that first stroke.The following strokes fell regularly, each separated by just enough time for her to scream and suck in a breath, before the next arrived.The single tail left a stripe each time, a fine pattern of lines appearing like a bizarre tartan, occasional strokes being accurately directed to the now impregnated breasts causing immense pain, and the most intense screams to echo round that small chamber.Time stood still for her, tiny drips of her lifeblood appeared at every intersection on the hideous roadmap that was her body, she looked on in a detached distant way as he began to laugh, knowing that each subsequent stroke was beginning to ebb her very life from her body, at that moment she could only hope to leave this life and its pain far behind, and soon.A distant clanging sound broke into her near u*********sness. The sound, something she could not identify clattering, clanging she slumped as the last stroke landed. The whipping had stopped her incapable weight hanging now on her wrists her body a mass of pain as he stood and dressed.Never shareing her even a glance he adjusted his tie, chambers the butler, leading him away to the waiting helicopter without a single glance at her mutilated body swinging u*********s on the chain. The doctor arrived as the copter took off, she was in good hands.Luckily, they had arrived in time.A week passes, at first, she only remembered some days, when the medics potions wore off, she could feel every stripe and every welt, soon her the less ones fade away, the worse marks faded to just thin red lines, bruises appeared, faded and vanished as she becomes strong enough to rise from her bed, finally she appears at the breakfast table for the first time weak but resilient.Father sat watching her gently sit to the table, snorted that “the slut is tender then”, then laughs that “The lord said he had hoped to have killed you off, but the doc thought you a challenge!”Jess, Katie silently noted; sat glowering at his al- powerful father, as if he was some sort of monster, “he saved your investment,” the younger man said “so you should be grateful”His father turned a baleful eye to his son and spat venomously that “the lord would have had to refund him as he did the last time when the redhead was killed off and we had a body to weigh and dump!”She shuddered, the indifference of the man sent shivers down the spine she knew she would share the same fate if she did not escape soon.“The woman was older and was no asset anyway” Jess said, “this one would be a better long-term bet as she is a lot younger, adding that Katie was good looker as well,” it was the first kind word she had heard since she arrived.The older man snorted that she had just a week to re-cooperate and the party from Dundee would be here, they all wanted to screw so if she wasn’t ready he would let the lord come again next month.She shuddered at the thought, knowing she would not be strong enough to survive another session with the sadistic lord.The girl who waited on appeared and served the meal, silence fell, and the subject changed, father said that the boys had been told he wanted two ladies next time, and you Jess had better make sure they don’t have the chances this one had; he jerked his thumb at Katie as he said it his eyes daring her to speak. She silently left the table and made her way to her bed.

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