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The man nodded and waved, and Quentin left, trying not to think about what was going to happen to the beautiful innocent girl he had brought here.

  Elenora watched him go, and began to tremble in fear. Quentin Scales, if not exactly a friend, was the closest thing she had to one, and he was now gone, leaving her alone with this strange and frightening man.

  “Your name is Elenora, is it not, my sweet?” he asked her.

  “Yes… yes, sir, it is,” she said nervously.

  “Well, I am your new owner, and my name is Rupert Caine, but you will call me master or sir,” he said. He put his fingers under her chin and lifted her face so that she looked directly into his hard eyes. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir, I do,” she replied. The cool air in the room was affecting her nipples, and she was embarrassed to see them stiffening. Caine stared at the little pink nubs and smiled.

  He snapped his fingers again. Another pair of servant girls appeared so quickly, they must have been concealed very close by in the shadows. “Escort her to Room Two,” he said to the pair of servants that suddenly appeared. “I will be down in a short while to begin to instruct you in your new duties,” he told Elenora. Then the servants led her away.

  Chapter Three

  The servants flanked Elenora, holding her upper arms. They were dressed exactly like the pair that had taken the unfortunate Olivia away. One was a blonde, the other a brunette. They marched her through a hallway and down a winding stone staircase. Elenora tried to make conversation with them as they walked.

  “What kind of man is Mr. Caine?” she asked the blonde. “Have you worked for him for a long time?”

  The blonde woman ignored her completely, not even turning her head to look at Elenora.

  She persisted, turning to the brunette on her left. “How did you get those marks on your body?” she asked. Again, the girl acted as if she had not heard the question.

  At the bottom of the stairs, they took her down another hallway, this one with a low ceiling and poor lighting, and through a heavy metal door into a room. Once Elenora was inside the room, the servants quickly bound her hands behind her back. They placed her forearms parallel to each other, with each hand touching the opposite elbow, and then slipped a kind of tube around her forearms. The tube was hinged along its length. After it was placed around her forearms and closed, like a clamshell, it tightened slowly but irresistibly, until she was afraid it might break her arms. The tightening stopped well before that, however, and she simply found the device squeezing her uncomfortably and holding her securely.

  One of the servants took the leash attached to her collar and tied it lightly over a hook set in the wall high over her head behind her.

  “Stay there!” one of them said, quite unnecessarily, and they left.

  The naked girl looked around the room. It was filled with strange objects of unknown use. Some of the things looked like chairs, some like scaffoldings, and some lie nothing she had ever seen before. Hanging from hooks on the opposite wall were numerous whips, paddles of leather and wood and a selection of riding crops. The whips and other devices did not frighten her, as she had never seen such things before and knew neither their names or functions. She waited patiently, wondering what the master (she already had begun to think of him this way) would want of her. She decided that she would make the best of her plight and try to be the most obedient slave that she could be. If she obeyed him immediately and without argument, surely he be pleased with her, and would treat her with kindness, she reasoned. Unfortunately for her, this was not Rupert Caine’s way

  For all of her short life she had been protected by her innocent, kindly personality. In addition to her beauty, Elenora was so obviously such a gentle girl without the slightest cruelty in her, that every man she met was kind to her, hoping to win one of her dazzling smiles with a word or favor. Even other girls who might have been jealous of her looks were won over by her simple, disarming good nature. She had never met anyone like Caine before, however, and had no idea of what was in store for her.

  The door opened, and Caine entered. He shut the door and locked it, and then went to the wall where the whips hung and selected a thin, black rod. He walked over to Elenora and unhitched the leash from her collar. Then he crossed the room, sat in a large wooden chair facing her, and gestured to her with the black stick.

  “Over here, come join me, my pet,” he said. She approached, stopping at his side. Her breasts were at his eye level.

  “You will be my servant from now on,” he said. “What sort of duties are competent to perform?”

  “I… I don’t know, sir,” she quavered. “I thought you would tell me what you wanted me to do.”

  “First of all, before anything else, I want to get my hands on those tits of yours,” he said, reaching out to take them in his hands.

  “Oh!” she said, jumping back a step, disconcerted by his unexpected touch.

  He frowned. “That won’t do,” he said. “You’re not going to let your owner touch your tits?”

  “I’m sorry, sir, you startled me,” she said. “No one has ever touched…”

  “Lie down across my lap right now,” he said harshly, patting his thighs. “You are going to receive a spanking, your first, and I am quite certain already, not your last.”

  The frightened girl hurriedly complied, ending with her face inches from the ground and her smooth bottom-globes bent over her master’s lap. He gripped her firmly around the waist.

  “Your task is to do whatever I want, whenever I tell you to do it,” he said. He brought his hard hand down briskly on her left buttock making a loud smack. Her ass cheeks jiggled delightfully under the blow.

  “Ow, that hurt!” Elenora cried. She twisted her head around to look at the red handprint on her formerly unmarked globe, then up at Caine. “Please don’t do that any more, master,” she said, searching the uncompromising lines of his face for mercy. “I promise to be a good servant.” She said

  He spanked her again, leaving handprint in red on her other pale hemisphere. “What? You would tell me how to discipline my own slave?” He demanded with simulated outrage. “You deserve one spanking for your impertinence and another for your poor service.” He swatted her three more times in quick succession, so that she flopped violently on his lap, kicked her feet up involuntarily, and cried out in pain. She could not understand what was happening to her. No one had ever intentionally hurt her before. Now she was being punished, and she did not know what she had done to deserve it.

  She turned to look up at him, her great green eyes filled with suffering. “I’m sorry, Master,” she cried out, the tears coursing down her face. “I didn’t mean to tell you what to do, really. Let me try again, please.”

  He spanked her rapidly a half-dozen times without answering. Elenora wept bitterly, exclaiming as each blow made the fire in her nether cheeks glow hotter.

  He stopped. “You wish to show me obedience?” he asked.

  Through her sobs, she managed to say the words. “Y… yes, m… mas… ter, just t… tell me what to… d… do.”

  “Ask me to spank you ten more times as punishment for your disobedience,” he said.

  “Oh, but I…” Elenora hesitated. If she asked for more spanking, he would cause her poor bottom more pain, but if she did not do as he ordered…

  “Well, will you obey me?” he asked, striking her bright red globes again.

  “Ahh!” she screamed. “Yes, I will, sir. Please punish me for my… misbehavior with… t… ten more spanks.”

  He delivered the ten strokes, savoring the way she cried out and thrashed in his grasp. By the end, both ass cheeks were the color of tomatoes and hot to the touch.

  He released her waist. “Stand up,” he ordered.

  She did, wishing she could rub her burning behind.

  “Now, you will thank me for correcting you,” he said. “Are you going to make me spend all my time training you?”

  “Oh no, master,” the weeping Elenora
said. Was he angry at her because he had been forced to spank her? It did not make any sense. “Thank you… for sp… spanking me. I’m sure you w… won’t… have to… spend…” She broke down, unable to go continue.

  “We’ll see,” he said grimly. Secretly, he was well pleased at the effect of a simple spanking on the girl. It was clear that Elenora was very sensitive to pain, and he intended extract the maximum from her.

  “Now, we will start over. Ask me to fondle your tits,” he commanded.

  “Oh, yes, sir,” she said. Elenora was almost as innocent as a child about all matters relating to sex, and had never used any such language in her life. Over the previous few days, she had developed some immunity to the shame of displaying her naked body to men, but she had no experience in using any sort of sexual language.

  “Please master, will you t-touch my br-breasts?” she said, her voice falling to become nearly inaudible at the end.

  His hand shot out and slapped her across the face, knocking her to the ground.

  “Ask me to fondle your hot tits, bitch” he snarled through clenched teeth, as she lay on the floor, her ears ringing from the vicious blow. “Do it now!”

  She got her feet under her and stood up. There was a red mark slowly turning to purple on her left cheek, and her head was pounding.

  In a voice that she hardly recognized as her own, she said, “Please, master, would you please… fondle my hot… tits?” She presented her wonderful breasts to him, her eyes shut.

  “That’s a little better,” Caine conceded, as he took the offerings in his hands, supporting the soft flesh from below. They felt like warm satin on the surface, but were wonderfully resilient when he squeezed them. He flicked her pink nipples with his thumbs, and was pleased to see how quickly they swelled in response to his touch. “Don’t close your eyes,” he directed. “You asked me to handle your tits. Now you must watch me play with them.’

  She stared unwillingly at the spectacle. It was true that she had asked him to handle her, but he had forced her to ask him. She was not supposed to let men touch her so intimately; it was wrong, sinful. But she was ashamed to discover that there was a pleasant, warm sensation coming from her breasts as the man handled them and nuzzled them with his lips.

  She drew a sharp breath when he pushed her firm mounds together and placed both stiff nipples in his mouth at once. A sudden thrill ran through her, and she suddenly noticed a strange warm sensation beginning down between her legs. She sighed softly.

  He placed his hands on Elenora’s smooth flanks and slid them down both hips and over her lower curves, ending by cupping her delicious buttocks in his hands. He lifted both cheeks upward and apart, and she drew in a breath sharply, but her burning bottom cheeks reminded her not to pull away.

  He reached around to her pussy from behind. His finger began to stroke the lips of her pussy, and she trembled.

  “Did you ever give your boyfriends a feel?” her owner asked as his fingers spread her petals apart, preparing to enter her.

  “Ah, no, oh!” Elenora said, standing on tiptoe in her distress. “I didn’t have a boyfriend, and I’ve never let anyone touch my…”

  “Your pussy?” he finished for her. His finger probed inside her virginal slit, and she jumped. “Stand still, and spread your legs, girl, unless you really want me to give you another spanking,” he said threateningly.

  “Please, master, don’t be angry,” she said quickly. She settled back down, moving her legs wider as his fingers invaded her. “I didn’t mean to move. You just surprised me when you touched me… down there.”

  He could already feel her beginning to produce lubricating wetness inside. This girl was quite as sensitive to pleasure as to pain, he decided.

  “So, you like me feeling up your cunt, don’t you?” he asked.

  “Oh, sir, I don’t know…” she replied.

  “Tell me how much you like me fingering your sweet little cunt. Express your gratitude to me,” he ordered. When she hesitated, he added, “Unless you would prefer to ask me to spank you again for twenty minutes.”

  “Please, master,” she said in a pathetic voice. “I think I would die if you did that. I do so like you touching me…” she went on. “You are very kind to me.”

  “That was terrible,” he said. He gripped her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger as he spoke. “Thank me sincerely for stroking your cunt, or you will be back over my knee in ten seconds.”

  “Thank you so much for stroking my c… cunt, master. You are very g… good to me.” She could feel the heat of blood rushing to her face as she said the words.

  His fingers were growing slippery with her juice as he manipulated Elenora’s sexual parts. “I asked you before what you would do in my service,” he said. “Now I will tell you. You will serve me with your body.” He took her love button, now swollen from his handling, and squeezed it, and then dipped his fingers deep inside her slippery sheath. “You will please me with your little pussy…” He slipped his fingers out, and slid them to the entry to her tiny brown bottom hole. “With your asshole…” Here, he rammed his forefinger to the second joint, causing Elenora to cry out and leap a foot into the air. “With your mouth…” he continued, holding his fingers up to her face and indicating that she should lick them clean, “and with any other part of you that I desire,” he finished. “Is that understood?”

  She tried not to cry, but the tears formed in spite of her best efforts.

  “Yes, I understand, sir,” she said, her voice trembling. “But I don’t know anything about pl… pleasing men.”

  “Don’t worry about that, my sweet,” Caine said. “We’ll take all the time you need to teach you. Kneel down between my legs, and we will begin.” She did, and he unzipped his fly. His stiff cock sprang out, practically hitting her in the face.

  “Oh my!” exclaimed Elenora, jerking her head back from the monstrous object. It was ten inches long, and thick in proportion to its length. The head was purplish-red, and a little bead of semen peeped from the head, a token of his state of excitement.

  “”Have you ever seen a man’s cock before?” he asked the staring Elenora.

  “Oh no, sir!” she answered quickly.

  “Well, your main duty here will be to please my cock,” he explained. “The better job you do of that, the less pain you will suffer. You will take it in your cunt, in your asshole, in your mouth, everywhere. Do you see?”

  “Oh, can you really mean it, sir?” she asked, horrified at the thought of the great meaty pole invading her body. “Must I really t… take it in m… m… my mouth… and….” She began to weep as if her heart had been broken, unable to finish her question.

  “We will begin now,” said Caine. The girl’s suffering had excited him to the point at which he needed immediate relief. “You will lick and kiss me until I have an orgasm. You will know you are done when I come. Begin.”

  She hesitantly moved her face closer to his erection, her mouth partly open and the tip of her tongue extended, but stopped short, uncertain where or how to start.

  “Get to it,” he ordered. He picked up the thin black crop that he had put aside while he was handling her, and he brought it whistling down on her reddened behind. She screamed at the blow, which burned a line of fire across her bottom cheek and raised a thin red welt.

  “I will whip you with this crop until you have finished the task,” he said, striking her again. “Bend your back, and get your ass up high for whipping. If you stop, I will punish you severely.”

  The next minutes were a waking nightmare for Elenora. She kissed and licked her master’s penis to the best of her ability, not even stopping to cry out in pain when he beat her with the leather crop, but he continued to pummel her blameless bottom with vicious blows. She could not understand why she was being punished. She was doing her best to carry out her strange new duties, but her master continued to hurt her. She redoubled her efforts, taking the head of his rod in her mouth and massaging it with her lips an
d tongue.

  This seemed to stimulate him. “Yes, that’s it!” he yelled. “Faster, now, lick faster,” he demanded, flailing her with the crop. Elenora obeyed as well as she could, although the painful beating made difficult for her to concentrate. She licked him furiously until his penis throbbed in her mouth, he suddenly he dropped the crop, and shouted, “Ahh!” She looked up at him for approval, tears dripping from her huge green eyes.

  It had been the best orgasm Caine had experienced in years. It was his pleasure, however, to keep her in fear of him at all times. He would not let her know that she had pleased him.

  “You deserve a severe whipping on your tits for such a poor effort,” he said, holding her head up by her hair and glaring at her.

  “Oh please don’t do that, sir,” she begged. She did not know what she had done to displease him, but she was terrified by this awful threat. “I think that would kill me. I can do better, I know I can! I have never been with a man before, but I can learn. You don’t have to whip me.”

  “Since this is your first time, I might consider forgoing immediate punishment, if you can guarantee to do better in the future,” he said.

  “Yes, master,” Elenora said, greatly relieved. “If you give me a chance, I will give you perfect service. I will make you very happy.”

  “Very well,” he said, grudgingly, “you shall have another chance when I see you tomorrow.”

  He rose, zipped up his pants, and pulled a cord to summon his servants.

  “Now, I’m going to have a talk with Mrs. Olivia Addison, the Queen of Celestial County,” he said as he opened the door. “I am not going to be as gentle with her as I was with you.”

  Elenora’s kindly heart went out to the older woman. She did not want to think about what her master was going to do to his other new slave.

  Chapter Four

  Olivia had been prepared according to her owner’s instructions. She was naked and her hands were restrained in cuffs which were over her head and far apart. Her feet were similarly restrained. She was attached to a framework of metal rods which could be adjusted to place the person in it into any position desired. She was also efficiently gagged.