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The girl rose. Her tears were so sweet that Charlotte wanted to take her in her arms, not abuse her body, but the command had been given.
“Please assist me, Loria,” she turned to Caius’ slave with the gentle order.
Soundlessly, Loria came forward and took Rosaura’s hands in hers, wrapping them with leather. Seeing the girl naked, Charlotte had to wonder why this young maid had balked so little when she was forced to disrobe. That had been the worst of Charlotte’s initial trials, but then, of course, this virgin was a different sort of woman. She was self-conscious, yes, but she had not uttered one word of protest. Only now, she seemed distressed as she faced the first torment.
Strung to the ceiling, the splendor of her body was only enhanced by the extreme posture. Her hips seemed more voluptuous, her breasts—though drawn up—appeared more fully rounded. To attest to the desire that was building in her body, both nipples were now engorged and purple—either the chill or desire turning them into buds that demanded tongue and teeth to suckle them.
In time, in time, Charlotte thought to herself. This may require more restraint than she believed possible.
Discovering the virgin’s beautiful backside, Charlotte admired how the line of Rosaura’s body moved so flowingly from shoulders to her clipped waist, only to swell into two fine cheeks of flesh. Charlotte began there, first whisking the whip along the skin; and then with a little more bravery, she began spanking the talons against the reddening flesh. A dozen, two dozen on her ass, then more strikes yet on her back. This whip was more sensuous than biting, but it allowed her skin to burn and the submissive to feel her first taste of a lash.
“Heavier!” Caius ordered.
Charlotte struck more fiercely and the girl began to cry—to even beg. Her tears were flowing, but so was the juice between her thighs.
Such strange desire flowed through the Lady Charlotte as she wielded the whip against the girl. How could this happen? Were these feelings a product of her unsatisfied lust? Or was it just the uniqueness of this venture that caused her body to flush with sexual desire? Charlotte wasn’t given time to figure out the full truth, however. Just as she was getting into her rhythm, Caius called for her to stop. Breathing heavily from the task, curiously winded and weary, she handed the implement to the master; and then stepped back. She watched the remainder of the scene as Caius ordered Lorio to eat away at the girl’s virgin snatch, while he continued to mount an offense against what little pride remained in her yielding flesh.
Rosaura took a savage and yet sensuous beating. Much like Charlotte’s first, it lulled the girl into expectations of even greater carnal thrills by such devices. She would learn soon, however, that all whips would not bite as sweetly as this one, or be brandished with such finesse. All such devices would not be designed to demonstrate her pleasure. Charlotte did imagine that this sinless child of Ilusia would not require the kind of punishment that she had in order to win her complete surrender and have her properly trained for the life she would lead.
As the whipping ended, Loria remained at the center of the young woman’s female crest, bringing her to the summit of her first powerful orgasm under such restraints. Once freed from bondage, Rosaura slumped limply to the ground.
In the days that followed, it was Lady Charlotte’s task to demonstrate the poses of submission for the dungeon’s newest initiate. The lady marveled at how easily Rosaura seemed to understand each position and the attitude required of her.
One afternoon, Charlotte was startled to see Mountbane enter the dungeon for an inspection.
“Present my slaves, Caius.”
“Yes, milord.”
The dungeon master had little to do but wave his hand and all of his uncaged slaves scampered to toe an imaginary line before their high lord. Lorio, Charlotte and Rosaura joined five others in the pose of inspection, standing with their hands clasped behind their heads, their eyes meekly downcast.
“What this? Clothes?” he spewed derisively as he came to Lady Charlotte. He pinched her chin and sneered into her face. “Take them off.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered. While Mountbane watched with his most critical gaze, she swiftly disrobed. Once naked as her sister slaves—except for the chastity belt—she took her place beside the others, hands gripped behind her neck. Her proud breasts stood out, heaving erotically—nipples erect.
“That’s better. While you serve in my dungeon, you’ll serve as a slave. Caius, a collar!”
A thick iron neckband appeared, quickly snapped about Charlotte’s throat.
“Even better,” Mountbane jibed. “Now come forward.”
Maintaining her pose, Charlotte took three steps toward her husband and stopped.
“This, slaves,” he said pointing to the chastity harness, “is what the price of disobedience will cost you. There is no sexual satisfaction for a slave who does not adhere to the discipline you learn here. The Lady Charlotte knows the pain of being denied.” He sneered, and then reaching for a key attached to his belt, he unlocked the belt and threw it to the side. Gripping Charlotte’s pubis in his fist, he shook the vulva noting how the humbled woman gasped. A fire of climax would rip through her with just seconds of such play, but Mountbane had no intention of allowing her to cum. His decree still in force, the beastly blackguard teased the untouched folds of Charlotte’s flesh until her body nearly erupted. Just before the first spasms hit, however, he stopped, withdrew his hand and left her haunted by the ending he refused to give her. Plaguing her with this monstrous torture, he denied her three times more. Her eyes swam with anxious tears, and her lips moistened as did her pussy. She was hard-pressed to maintain her pose with so much energy flowing through her needy body. Every muscle in her trembled, every vein was primed for a crashing finish. But the man was adept at such cruel devices; and knowing this woman well, he denied her once again.
Charlotte might have begged if it had been the two of them alone in the room; but such a breach of slave etiquette before the other slaves would only bring down a more wrathful punishment, and surely jeopardize her dream of freedom.
“Now, give her back the belt.” Mountbane stood before her while Loria obeyed the command. Speaking directly into Charlotte’s face, he laid on his last insult, “We wouldn’t want your body to grow cold now, would we? Then, this purgatory would be no punishment at all.”
“No, milord,” she whispered.
“So, tell me,” he changed his mood to one far more sunny. “How is our fair virgin?”
“She learns quickly, sir,” Charlotte replied.
“And when can I see her?”
“At your leisure.”
