I had been kidnapped, taken to a country house miles from civilisation, was gagged and bound to a metal frame, kneeling in front of a log fire, and had just watched my friend Ines being mummified and placed into an ancient Egyptian style coffin. Now I could hear her muffled whimperings as electrical devices began their fiendish work upon her imprisoned body. Things did not look good.
The Blonde Woman addressed me: "You're next. However, we have to go now. Donna and I are off to a charity ball. Deliciously ironic isn't it? We pay £1,000 a ticket but by the time the night is over we'll have fleeced them for at least three times that, each. Edward, get the car ready." The taxi driver left.
Turning to Nesrin and the man, she said "She's all yours, show her some hospitality and do what you like to her, but I want her in one piece for when I get back. Take your time to make sure she hears her friend in there suffering, then put her in the salon with Nicole."
So Nicole was here! Donna's beautician assistant. What had happened to her?
"Oh and don't forget to film it, those videos are worth a fortune on the internet."
They left in a swirl of chiffon and scent, leaving me at the mercy of their minions. Nesrin advanced towards me, and as she emerged into the light I saw that she wore a stylish dark blue pin-stripe suit, with high-heeled leather boots. Her dark hair was pulled tightly back from her face and bunched into a chignon. She took off the jacket, revealing a pale blue blouse, and hung it on a chair. "Hello Gina, what a pleasure it is to see you again in such circumstances". Her voice had a faint trace of an eastern accent, and her dark eyes bored into me. She unfastened her wrap-around skirt, so that I could see her pale blue suspenders and stockings, and noticed the absence of knickers. From somewhere behind me, she brought out a strap-on dildo and fastened it on herself, moaning slightly as she tightened the straps. I tried to struggle free, pointlessly of course. "Take her gag off".
The man did so, and I could only breath a quick "no" before my mouth was stuffed by the black rubber member. I instinctively closed my eyes as Nesrin grabbed my head so I could not pull away. She began to thrust her hips back and forth. At first I choked but she did not go as deep the next time, and then she began rhythmically swaying. I opened my eyes and saw her neatly trimmed pubic hair, and smelt her scent, as I focused on breathing through my nose. Her hands, at first clasped tightly to my head, relaxed somewhat and even began to stroke my hair. She sensed that I was not going to try and break free. Anyway I could not escape but neither could I resist. The dildo was hard and smooth and my saliva began to coat it as it continued its merciless invasion. She slowed her movements, running her fingers through my hair, the nails pressing into my scalp.
He set up a tripod and a video camera, to film the events now unfolding, and then went and stood behind me. I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling, a fly being unzipped. "Be careful with our guest," Nesrin said, smiling, "remember what Her Highness said about hospitality."
"Yeah well she's not going to know is she?" he replied, rather worryingly. "Anyway, you can talk. Why don't we change places?" She made no reply, thankfully, but he knelt down and lifted my dress, pressed himself against me, then grabbed my breasts, kneading them as if they were dough balls. Then he slipped his hands beneath the fabric of my dress, under my bra, and began to fondle my nipples, squeezing and tweaking. I felt him rubbing himself against my arse, and I feared the worst, but suddenly with a cry he lost control and I felt a warm mess on my legs. "You're pathetic" said Nesrin, at which he just grunted, and started a vibrator buzzing. He pressed this into my crotch, whilst his left hand continued to feel my left breast. I was utterly unable to resist them and my inner feelings came to the surface as I relaxed and began to give myself up to the torment. Initial feelings of shame were mixed with and then dissipated by waves of intense pleasure. My breathing was by now heavy as I was overcome by more than one orgasm.
Nesrin was also clearly getting off on this. Unable to move my head I looked upwards as far as I could and watched as she arched her back, head up, and began to hum with pleasure. After maybe ten minutes she cried out and squeezed my head as she came. "oh that was good" she exclaimed, looking down at me, "how was it for you honey? Put her gag back in." She withdrew the dildo and the man immediately gagged me again with the rubber ball.
She picked up her discarded skirt and put it back on, then took one of the peacock feathers from the vase on the mantelpiece, and tapped my cheeks with it, then rubbed it under my nose. "Donna tells me you're a submissive, a bondage whore, a pain slut". I objected to that over-simplification, and to her foul language. Mere pain was not what I sought, but of course I was unable to give my side of the story and this was not the time for a metaphysical discussion anyway. She continued to waft the feather around my head and then stroked my cheeks and chest with it. "Good, because we've got plans for you tonight, and I do so enjoy my job knowing that you enjoy it too!"
She held the feather in the fire until it caught then waved the burning brand at me again. I shrank back, and as the flames went out she pushed the hot black stump onto the skin beneath my throat. Mercifully it was not hot enough to cause me serious discomfort, nor, as I was only later able to find out, did it leave any mark.
She then took one of the brass fire irons from the hearth, a pair of coal tongs. "I could have so much fun with this, but there isn't time unfortunately, and Lady Charlotte doesn't want you marked. Another time perhaps. She may change her mind, as you can tell she's completely batty sometimes." So now I knew the Blonde's name. "But she pays well, and there are other…perks. Speaking of which, we have work to do."
Then to the man, "Let's go and see to our other guests." He seemed reluctant, and leered at me in a most distasteful way. However they left me alone, with only the sounds of Ines still mewling and struggling in her sarcophagus, and the crackling of the log fire. Being unable to help her was dreadful and I got no pleasure from that pain at all.
After quite some time, they returned. The man switched off Ines' torture devices and he and Nesrin began to release me from the frame to which I had been secured. I looked over towards the tall painted sarcophagus. "Don't worry about her, we'll take good care of her" said the man, and Nesrin laughed.
Still gagged, they handcuffed me and put on ankle cuffs and a hobble chain, and led me, shuffling, into the foyer of the house, the man in front and Nesrin walking close behind. The entrance hall had an elegant black and white mosaic tile floor and a very grand stone staircase going up, but we walked past this to a plain door, behind which were narrow stairs leading down. I descended slowly because of my bonds and I was still in my 3-inch heels. At the bottom was a corridor with a stone flag floor, very old looking, and I wondered if this used to be the servant's quarters. There were numerous doors off the corridor, and we stopped at the first.
They opened it and ushered me into what I discovered to be a professional-looking hair and beauty salon. Apart from a row of mirrors, the walls were panelled in shiny black tiles, and there were no windows as we were now under ground level. Harsh fluorescent lights lit the room. Over on the left side, in the middle of three salon chairs, a woman was tied, gagged with a ball like I was, and sitting under an upright hair dryer hood. She was facing the mirrored wall, her back towards me, and from what I could see of it, her head was covered in tightly wrapped curlers. The dryer was off now but had plainly been on for some time as her face was flushed, and the air in the room was warm and smelt strongly of drying hair. I was sure it was Nicole and she seemed to recognise me as our eyes met in the mirror. She had straight hair previously as is the fashion with many young women; how perverse of the gang to treat her like this.
On the right-hand side were some padded seats and a chaise-longue, next to a table, the top of which was filled with ropes, scarves and belts, clearly for tying "guests". They moved me towards these, so my back was towards Nicole, and removed my hand and ankle cuffs. Nesrin said "Take the dress off, Gina". Compliantly I did so, stooping first to remove my shoes, but she told me to leave them on. There I stood, in my girdle, stockings and high heels, still with my jewellery in place, and with a ball gag in my mouth. I felt vulnerable, but my strong inner urges made me unable to resist or challenge them, even though my hands and feet were free; I was utterly in their power. I rationalised it to myself: there was no way I would be able to escape in any case, they would overpower me and maybe punish me for trying. But I knew now what really kept me there, my desire to have someone else in control of my destiny.
"Now don't move" ordered Nesrin. They tied my ankles together with white rope, which also went round my shoes, securing my feet together, and leaving a short length of it free. They did the same to my wrists in front of me, then tied another length around my waist and between my thighs, pulling it very tightly into my crotch. The man seemed to take great pleasure in forcing the rope between my legs. This was knotted so it would not come loose but I felt another short length hanging down the back of my legs.
"Now sit down, and then lay on your back". Again I complied, turning to sit on the chaise-longue. "You see ", she said to the man, but looking at me, "she is a submissive. Now let's get you uncomfortable." she picked up my legs and pushed them towards me so that my knees were against my chest, bringing my feet down to rest on my thighs. She brought my arms down either side of my knees, so that my bound wrists rested on my shins, and I was squashed into a ball. She joined the ropes from my wrists and ankles with the one that hung down my back, this last one pulled tight between my arse cheeks. Finally the man handed her a short wooden pole which she pushed in behind my knees but in front of my elbows so that there was no now way I could straighten out or even flex my arms or legs. Tied in the ball I was completely vulnerable and they both began to fondle my arse and thighs. Then they both started to spank me, taking a cheek each, and causing me to cry out behind my gag. The rope between my cheeks began to bite into my crotch but my only comfort was that this would prevent any attempt at access by the man, as he had tried earlier. The spanking went on and on, they changed hands and sides after a while, but were relentless. Eventually they tired and stopped, leaving me sore.
As if suddenly remembering the other woman in the room, Nesrin gestured at her with her head, whilst tidying up a loose strand of hair back into her chignon, and asked "Do you know Nicole? She worked at Donna's salon." From where I was I couldn't now see her, but the man turned me round on the chaise-longue, so that I was able to watch as Nesrin walked over to where Nicole was tied. She moved the hair dryer away to one side and stood over the bound girl.
"Nicole's parents think she's on a beautician's training course in Switzerland, which obviously they've paid for. Kidnapping and extortion can be so messy these days so we decided on something a little different, a little special, didn't we Nicole?" She responded by mmphing into her gag and pointlessly struggling to break free of her tight bonds. "We've got her to sign over her bank accounts to us, and she's also helped us get into her family accounts, haven't you sweetie?"
Nesrin was joined by the man now and the two of them stood either side of Nicole, menacingly, as she tried to shrink away from them, although of course the ropes prevented much movement. He began to paw at her, hands sliding down her chest and fondling her breasts causing her to whimper. "Hadn't you better be going back to the station, Detective Inspector?" Nesrin asked sneeringly. He stared at her darkly, squeezed Nicole's tits, then left the room, muttering.
I watched then as Nesrin took the curlers from Nicole's hair. She was rather rough and jerked the poor girl's head about, prompting many muffled yelps. Once done, she fluffed the hair with her hands, and applied a liberal amount of hair spray. "There, much better than that lifeless flat style you used to have. None of us liked it so it had to be changed. I'm going to untie you now Nicole, but if you cause any fuss, you'll be back in that chair and we'll shave it all off, do you understand?" Nicole nodded, her eyes wide with fear. "Good." It took her some time to release all the ropes, but finally Nicole was able to stand. Nesrin handcuffed her wrists in front of her and led her out of the room, still gagged, leaving me alone and apparently forgotten for the time being.
I must have dozed off, as I started when Nesrin came back in to the salon. She untied me and it felt good to stretch my legs and arms after being confined in that position for so long. Like Nicole, she handcuffed my wrists, and led me out of the salon, and along the corridor, ushering me through a door into a bathroom.
"You have 15 minutes to shower and tidy yourself up. Any sign of trouble and it will be bad news for you." She didn't elaborate, but released my wrists and took out my gag. The first thing I did was drink from the sink tap, then I turned to ask her what was going to happen, but she'd gone. There was no lock on the door, but from the other side I heard her shout "15 minutes". I took off my remaining clothes, and got into the shower, which felt wonderful. The room was soon filled with the scent of the coconut soap that they had provided. When I had finished and stepped out from behind the shower curtain I found my clothes and jewellery had gone but had been replaced by a peach-coloured silk outfit - camisole, French knickers, and a bathrobe, plus a matching pair of ballet-style pumps. I quickly towelled myself dry, and dressed. I wrapped my damp air in a towel and balanced it like a turban on my head, as one does.
I came out of the bathroom and found Lady Charlotte herself standing there waiting for me, smiling. She had taken off her ball gown, presumably having returned from the charity event, and was dressed in an ornate kimono-style robe, apparently with nothing underneath. Her blond hair was unkempt and tumbled about her face, which was cleaned of make-up now, and she had a wild look in her eyes. I expected another mad tirade or maybe to have my wrists and ankles shackled again, and to be gagged, but she did none of these things, and simply asked me to follow her. Meekly I did so, relishing the freedom to move without hindrance.
We did not walk far, just further down the basement corridor, where I was ushered into a room guarded by a solid-looking door, behind which was another the same, a small space between them. "This is my Dungeon, Gina. The other rooms here offer the potential for enthrallment and punishment, but this one is designed solely for those purposes. Those who suffer here do so because they have deserved such treatment, or because I have deemed them playthings." I shivered at the tone of her voice. Did she mean me in either of those categories? I hesitated but she said "Don't be afraid, my dear." She took my arm and firmly led me in.
The Conclusion!