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Kidnapped & Enslaved (Part II)
I cried myself to sleep. The shame of my predicament was astounding. Here I lay on the floor of this mirrored cell stripped of any dignity. Time has surely passed, but I don’t know how long I have been held the captive of my unknown tormentor. There is now not a single hair on my body. Some kind of chastity belt was locked onto me with a large plug in my arse. The humility of all this is overwhelming. To make matters worse, there is a gag in my mouth with a dildo protruding from the front of the gag. The past events have mentally exhausted me. My body aches from release from the bounds that restrain me and make it uncomfortable to move on this floor.
The door to the cell opens and I hear the clicking of heels approaching me. The previous flogging drained me of any strength. The night sleeping with my arms bound in an arm binder sucked any remaining strength. Before my eyes are the floor and feet encased in black leather lace-up thigh boots. Due to the proximity of these boots to my face, I can’t see anything else but the black leather skating skirt, which is moving closer to my face as this woman squats over me. A leather short gloved hand wipes some perspiration from my brow. With what little strength I have I offer a little resistance by pulling my head away from her hand.
“You refuse my kindness, so take my wrath, bitch.”
She stands and for the first time, I see in her other short gloved hand a whip of some sort. No, it looks more like a riding crop… Oh my God…. It’s a riding crop with quirt ends. With what strength I could muster, I scream and beg through the dildo gag. But it is too late…. Very painful stings are felt on my buttocks. Try as I may… I can’t escape. She wields this crop with quirt ends with precision. My pleas for mercy fill the mirrored room.
She must have whipped to the point of unconsciousness. I am awoken by smelling salts. I instantly discover a different state of affairs in another room. The dildo gag was removed and replaced a locking open mouth gag. I’m in the room all alone…. Bound to a table with my arms secured over my head. A leather strap runs across my chest as well as a strap across my forehead. There is another strap secured across my stomach. My legs are in stir-ups. The only relief I have is that the large butt plug has been removed along with the chastity belt.
Before long, another woman enters the room. She is dressed in some sort of medical dress. She pushes a cart to the side of the table that has a try with all kinds of surgical instructs. My heart starts racing and pounding, my breathing picks up noticeably to the point of gaining the attention of this woman.
As she begins to move between my legs, I scream and buck against the straps. My eyes must have reflected all my fears. But she just smiled and began to apply a surgical cleansing agent around my testicles, scrotum, and entire groin area. This is unbearable… she’s about to castrate me… and all with a smile on her charming face.
She then applies the surgical cleansing agent to my nipples.
“Please, please…” are all the muffled gagged words I could muster.
She had some kind of bedside manner. Ignored my pleas and began to pierce my nipples. The pain was unbearable, but not enough to case unconsciousness. When she was through, my nipples were adorned with what looked like miniature dumb bells.
She returns to my groin area…. And surely sees the fear in my eyes…. Again, I scream and yell the best I could with the locked open mouth gag. I struggle against the bounds again. This only made me acutely aware of the pain in my buttocks from the earlier whipping with the riding crop squirt. Finally, some mercy, she places an ether soaked cloth across my nose…..
I awake hoping that this has all been a nightmare. But it is all very real…. There is a throbbing sensation in my penis. And the current binding seems to have been done intentional so that I can see the handiwork of nurse. I am on my knees, my wrists are bound to my ankles. However, my arms were placed between my legs. Between my legs and also secured to each ankle is a spreader bar. My eyes follow a length of tether from the middle of the spreader bar up between my legs…. My eyes bulge… and the screams are muffled by a new gag… a leather face strap. The length of tether is tied to a steel ring that runs through the urethra of my penis. But what are those two other rings.. and the discomfort just below my scrotum but above my anus?
That voice returns…..
“Bitch…. You have been pierced at the direction of your Owner. You are the property of a Mistress and as such your sole function is to please Her in all things. The Prince Albert is for Her gratification, and perhaps yours if She so choses to give you the pleasure. To insure your compliance, you were pierced with chastity rings. Your Mistress believes that a properly chaste slave is so much easier to control. The whippings you have received were dispensed as punishment. Soon you will taste the whip of your Mistress, who has decided to break you Herself.”
(to be continued)
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