Nathan Silvers - Chained slave wife

"Let me down!" she screamed.

"Aha," said a voice.

The lights went on. They weren't very bright, but they showed Sally the rest of the room. It was large, almost the size of the house. So this was what Sylvia had meant by that snide remark before dinner. Sally wrenched at the ropes and turned her body as far as she could.

Behind her, the room was the same. Everywhere it was soft and padded. The carpet was luxurious, and the walls were covered in the same material. Several large mirrors stood around on stands, and there was one that covered almost the whole of the wall on one side. There were also several pieces of equipment, looking rather like the things in an exercise gymnasium, but not quite the same – bars and padded platforms at various angles. But what caught her attention was the collection of instruments along one wall.

There were whips and bindings such as the ones she had on. There were dildos and vibrators, huge things she thought would split her body in two if anybody was evil enough to try and fuck one into her. There were gags and ropes and thin birch rods, and even Sally could imagine what they would be used for. She gasped in terror and almost fainted.

"So you are awake," said Hank as he walked into the center of the room and looked at her bound form. "We got the dosage in the coffee just right."

"Let me down!" Sally shouted, and she tried to lunge at him.

She was really frightened now. Hank was not the Hank who had greeted her at the door. He wore a loose white shirt and the tightest pair of black leather pants Sally had ever seen. And what was worse, the bulge of his enormous cock could be clearly seen.

Hank chuckled and Sally gaped again as Patrick came in to join him. He was still wearing just about what he had when Sally and John had arrived, but there was no mistaking the cock-bulge in his pants either.

"Pat," she said, "let me down. I demand that you let me down. Where's John? He should help me, he should…"

"Be having the time of his life right now," interrupted Cindy as she came up behind Sally, walking slowly into her view. Cindy was dressed in a sexy black corset and red stockings. And she carried a long whip in her hand. She grinned at Sally. "Well, bitch, it's time you learned a few things."

"Let me down!" Sally screamed, kicking out at Cindy.

Cindy raised her arm, but Hank cut her off. "No, no, my dear," he said, "let me do this one."

To Sally's horror, he went to the wall and took down one of the thin birch rods. It tapered to only a fraction of an inch around and he whistled it through the air, letting Sally hear the terrible noise it made. With awful slowness, he walked toward Sally.

"You bastard," she said. "You bastard, you wouldn't hit a… aaaaagh!" She rolled on the ropes as the birch rod slashed across the cheeks of her ass, sending pain echoing through the whole of her body. "You bastard!"

He raised the birch rod, held it up as she stared at it, waiting until she was crying and sobbing, her eyes fixed on the trembling tip. Then he slashed down again and Sally screamed again and jerked on the ropes. The rod left a thin red line of agony across her ass and her tiny pink panties were no defense against it.

Lifting herself on the ropes, she swung her feet with all she had at him, watching as he leaned easily aside and whipped her ass hard as her body crashed down again.

"Aaaagghhhh, you shit!" Sally screamed as another lash of pain shot through her body.

He raised his hand again and the birch sang through the air and sent more pain shooting up into her stomach and chest. She screamed and twisted on the ropes, her ass beginning to throb with the agony.

"You don't call me a shit!" snapped Hank. "In fact, you can call me sir tonight."

And the terrible birch swished through the air again and landed once more on the cheeks of Sally's trembling ass.

"No!" Sally yelled. Then she screamed again as Hank whipped her ass and her body swung on the ropes with the force of the blow. "Aaaaaagh! No, no! Fuck you!" She was using words she hadn't used since she was a kid. She screamed again as three more solid blows landed on her ass.

Cindy looked at her closely. "I think it's time we showed her something she's going to be doing later," she said. "And then we can let Monique go and help give John a good time, while the three of us convince this little bitch that she isn't going anywhere until she gives out."

At the mention of John's name, Sally broke into tears. "Where is he?" she gasped. She watched as Hank came around to face her.

"When did you last let John fuck you?" he asked.

"None of your business!" she yelled, and she watched in horror as he walked around and laid the birch across her ass again. "Oh shit!"

"When was the last time you let him fuck you?" asked Cindy now, swinging her own whip and looking just as menacing.

"I don't know. Aaaaaag!"

Cindy had flung her own whip into Sally's jutting tits, leaving a mark showing through the thin fabric of her camisole.

"When was the last time?"

"A long time ago. I don't remember when, honestly. I just don't remember when. Please stop it, please!" Sally sobbed.

"I'm not surprised you can't remember," said Hank, coming around and facing Sally. "It was so long ago. Well, Patrick here reckoned your behavior was bad enough for us all to get together to teach you better manners. And we're going to. However long it takes."

"Oh, no, please!" Sally sobbed, tears running down her proud cheeks. "That's not fair. I just don't like sex. It's dirty; it's…"

"Then why do you tease him with things like this?" asked Cindy, reaching up and running her hands over the lush material of the silk camisole.

"I don't tease him, I just want to… aaaaaghhh!"

Sally lurched again as Hank put another painful stripe over her ass.

"Why do you wear things like this?" Cindy repeated.

"Fuck off!" Sally yelled.

Cindy reached up, her fingers on the top of the camisole. With one rip, she tore the material right down until it came apart, and she pulled the two halves aside until Sally's tits were in plain view.

"You cunt!" Sally yelled. "That cost seventy dollars. I'll make you pay for that."

Cindy smiled and stepped back.

Sally watched as her arm went back and the whip flashed and cut right across her tits. The pain surged and joined with the agony spreading up from her heavily beaten ass. She moaned and twisted on the ropes, trying in vain to break free. "She's got a nice pair of tits," Cindy remarked, and she lashed the whip over them again.

Sally screamed and begged her to stop, but Cindy whipped her tits again, expertly cutting into the tit flesh. Sally's nipples stood out, taking the brunt of each lashing. Sally jerked and twisted on the ropes until Cindy suddenly stopped for no apparent reason and stood looking at her.

"You have a long way to go, bitch," Cindy said. "You're going to fuck and suck everything we tell you to tonight. And tomorrow. But we'll give you a rest now, show you what's coming, shall we?"

"Fuck off," Sally said, and she braced herself for the beating that would follow, but it didn't come.

Instead, they walked away and left her hanging there, and she suddenly noticed that Monique was in the room, still dressed in her maid's outfit, but with her hands under the short skin, playing with her own cunt as she looked at Sally.

"Take your panties off, Monique," he said.

"Oh, yes, sir! Yes!" said Monique as she lifted her skirt and worked her frilly panties down her legs and off. She walked toward Sally, playing with her pussy, grinning at the helplessly bound woman. "Be a good girl, and you get lots of rewards."

"Fuck off," said Sally, determined not to give in.

Monique shrugged and walked away.

"On here," said Hank. "On your back."