Tessa Valmur - Bought and Sold

'Precisely. Very perceptive of you,' the Colonel smiled whilst Zoe grimaced as the monk tightened and knotted another rope around her arms just above her elbows. Experimentally she tried to flex her arms and her first assumption was confirmed - her arms were now secured; she was held to the pole. The second rope was tied below where the first was bound around the pole and this meant it was now impossible for her to extricate herself from the pole.

Zoe remained kneeling and passive as the monk took another rope and bound it in a figure of eight around her wrists. She glanced up at the Colonel and saw his cotton trousers bulging at the crotch as he watched her. She glared at him but said nothing. Why give him the satisfaction? She told herself.

'Feeling nice and comfortable, Miss Farquerson?'

Zoe ignored the Colonel's jibe as the monk took a fresh rope and drew it tightly around her waist. Sure, the ropes were tight but they didn't hurt, the now familiar sensation was in truth delicious, but she'd never admit that to them. The monk wrapped the rope again around her waist and drew it even tighter.

'Uhh...' Zoe sighed obligingly as if in acute discomfort and saw the gleam of satisfaction in the monk's eye. Again the rope was drawn around her waist before both ends were then wrapped around her arms. As the rope was pulled tighter Zoe's arms were drawn closely against the small of her back and glancing down she could see her waist tightly cinched.

'No tighter... please...' she begged, knowing full well such pleading would delight the man stood watching.

The Colonel smiled with satisfaction and stepped in front of Zoe. He flicked a few loose strands of her blonde hair clear of her face then lifted her chin with one finger.

'My dear, Brother Simon has hardly begun, so save your begging for later.'

'No more, please...' Zoe shook her head, looking up imploringly at the man who stood over her.

'Hush now... wriggling will only add to your discomfort.'

While the Colonel spoke the monk forced his fingers under the rope where it dug into her stomach. Zoe glanced down to watch him then secure another rope with a slipknot to the waist rope. Pulling his fingers clear, the rope snapped back tightly against her panting stomach.

Zoe stared, mesmerised as the monk, with practised ease, made a succession of knots in another rope and then tied one end of the rope to the rope around her waist. The knotted rope was then left dangling down between her legs. He fastened two separate ropes around both her ankles. These ropes were then stretched up and over the wooden pole and as they were pulled taut, Zoe's feet then calves were lifted clear of the floor.

'Oww... going to fall forwards...no...'

But she didn't fall forwards. The ropes holding her to the pole prevented that. She was left though with only her knees touching the floor.

'If I use a second pole Colonel we can suspend her fully.'

'Do it.'

'No... please don't...'

Another wooden pole was placed against Zoe's ankles at the backs of her legs, which were then bound to it.

'Now the fun begins,' announced the Colonel as the monk reached for the knotted rope that hung from her waist. Suddenly Zoe knew what the rope was for and why every few inches it had been made into knots.

'No...'

Zoe shook her head in protest as the rope was drawn tightly down. The monk parted the lips of her sex with one hand and drew the rope tight, the knots sinking deeply into the folds of soft flesh.

'No! Uhh...'

The rope was drawn up behind her, the tension increased and then it was knotted fast around the rope that cinched her waist. The knots of rope biting deeply into her sex, Zoe was left writhing wildly while the Colonel and the monk regarded her with an air of cruel satisfaction.

'How do you feel now, Miss Farquerson?'

Zoe glared at the man regarding her with such obvious malicious amusement. The muscles in her legs and arms ached. Her breasts felt acutely vulnerable, the ropes close around them accentuating their defencelessness. Her waist was bound so tightly she was forced to take just shallow breaths and these now were coming fast as her adrenaline increased as she sensed now her torture was really about to begin. The tormenting agony of the hard knots of rope pressing into her pussy was like an itch she couldn't scratch! How long would she have to wait before this man decided to whip her or fuck her? Zoe struggled against the ropes, all too aware of how pleased the men were with her performance.

'Raise the other pole please, Brother Simon.'

Zoe watched helplessly as the monk fed the ropes bound to the other pole through wooden rings fastened to the ceiling. As the ropes were pulled tight, Zoe's ankles were lifted higher, then her knees were abruptly drawn out from under her and she was left dangling a foot or so above the floor.

'Can't bear it... stop it! Let me down!'

Zoe shook her head, tears running down her cheeks, her hair dangling over her face obscuring her view as she was left suspended and struggling hopelessly.

'Her breasts look most enchanting now don't they?'

'Yes, Colonel.'

Zoe was gasping and panting hard, her aching body now brought to an even greater point of torment. The rope buried in her pussy now goaded her even more and though her tousled hair brushed the floor, it remained frustratingly just out of reach.

'She'll not suffer any permanent injury I trust, Brother Simon?'

'None at all Colonel.'

'Fetch my cane would you?'

'Certainly, Colonel.'

'No... please!'

Zoe tried to look up to make eye contact with her tormentor but her hair kept her view obscured. The perspiration was pouring off her body, the agony of the ropes seemed unbearable but there was no escape and she knew she would be shown no mercy - yet.

'I suppose you think your plight couldn't possibly get any worse.'

The cane lightly struck her left thigh as the question was posed. Zoe shook her head and managed to answer without bursting into tears again.

'No... I know it could be worse,' she gasped.

'How right you are.'

The cane flicked against her ribcage, a little harder this time.

'Of course, it could be much worse couldn't it?'

'Yes.'

'Can you imagine how much worse?'

The cane struck her left breast. Zoe yelped in alarm. The stinging sensation making her eyes smart but she still managed to answer.

'I think so...'

'Yes, I believe you probably can imagine how much worse things can get.'

The cane hit her left arm across her taut bicep making Zoe jerk and before she could stop herself she blurted out:

'Please, don't make it any worse for me! Please!'

'Had enough then have we?'

The stinging pain of another cane strike to her right breast made her howl the answer.

'Yes! Yes!'

'So if you don't suffer any more than you are now, you'll be content?'

'Yes...yes...' Zoe sobbed, unable to control her tears now.

'Well Brother Simon, if I understand her correctly, Miss Farquerson would be pleased to be left the way she is.'

'That is what she said, Colonel.'

Zoe struggled to lift her head and groaned with dismay as she heard what the two men said. Surely now they'd untie her, take her down and give her some new and equally exquisite punishment?

'But you can't leave me like this!' she blurted.

'But my dear girl, you just said you were content to be left like this. Are you changing your mind?'

The cane snapped down hard close under Zoe's right breast making her cry out.

'Well? Do you want more attention given to you? Are you aching to feel the cane against your soft skin as well as the bite of the hard ropes?'

The cane cracked across her rump making her howl. What was she to do? The piquant bite of the cane was making her pussy ache deliciously but the ropes from which she dangled really were starting to hurt