Sue

 

Sunlight glowed around the dusty, faded curtains of the tiny window as Sue Drake woke in pain. Her whole body seemed to ache. Certain places were worse than others.

She was bound face down on the underframe of a narrow bed, wrists and ankles chained to the bed posts, her body resting on a lattice of canvass webbing. The heavy pale bells of her breasts had been forced through gaps in the fabric so that they ballooned outward again under the bed; hanging like fruit ready for picking. The scattered morning light revealed them to be scored by criss-cross welts and abrasions. Even the pendant nipples were reddened beyond their normal colour.

A little way down from her abused breasts a length of broom handle emerged at an angle from the webbing. Its lower end rested on the floor beyond the foot of the bed, held fast by cords tied to the bed legs. The upper end was lodged deep inside Sue’s plump-lipped cunt, its shaft darkened by the female juices its presence had stimulated. It was another degradation, another step in her training to become the perfect slave, which seemed to be Sue’s predestined role in life.

Yesterday, her Mistress had hired two men to abuse Sue for her amusement. They had handled her cruelly and used her for their pleasure in every way imaginable. Yet, after it was over, Sue had begged for more - and had been granted her wish. Despite still being sore and bruised from that encounter, twice during the seemingly interminable night Sue had succumbed to the temptation the broom handle had offered - even though she was allowed no pleasure without pain.

Rising from between the soft white hemispheres of her upward-facing buttocks was a thick sprig of holly. Its trimmed stalk, too slender for her to expel, was embedded in her anus. Every time she tried to pleasure herself on the broom handle, the movement caused the holly to do its worst. The inner cheeks of her buttocks and the soft swell of her upper thighs were ringed by scratches and pinpoints of dried blood.

Pain and pleasure. The distinctions were becoming blurred in Sue’s mind, along with so much else.

She had no idea where she was or how she got there. She’d been on a cycling holiday. Passing through Hoakam woods she’d come across a strange black box with its irresistibly alluring phallus. After using it she had fallen somehow. There was a bruise on her head. She must have been unconscious. When she woke she found she was already a prisoner - a sex-slave. It all seemed too incredible. Perhaps she was lying in some hospital bed dreaming it all? No, it was real - more real than anything else she had known.

Down below her a key turned in a lock. Sue caught her breath. Footsteps clattered on the wooden stairs. It was the sound Sue both longed for and dreaded. The door of the tiny bedroom opened and Arabella Westlake walked in.

Sue’s stomach knotted as she twisted her head round to look up at her mistress. Arabella was dressed in culottes, riding jacket and boots. In her hand she carried a horse crop. A smile twitched the corners of Arabella’s fine lips as she took in Sue’s prostrate form. She sat on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers down the hollow of Sue’s spine. Reaching her bottom she pried apart the fleshy buttock cheeks and examined the damage the holly sprig had done. Sue whimpered as the movement drove more spines into her skin. Arabella smiled and turned to the foot of the bed. Untying the cords that secured the end of the broom handle, she drew it out of Sue with soft sucking pop.

“I see you were excited last night,” she said, examining the glistening darkly stained head of the broom handle.

“Yes, Mistress,” Sue said in a tiny voice.

“Did it hurt when you tried to pleasure yourself?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Arabella sniffed the stained handle, then flicked out a pink tongue tip and licked it delicately, savouring Sue’s intimate honeydew. “Good,” she said. “Did you come?”

“Twice, Mistress.”

“Indeed. Despite the pain it entailed?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Would you like me to remove the holly now?”

“Only if it pleases you, Mistress.”

Arabella reached up into the humid haven between Sue’s thighs and carefully plucked the holly sprig out of her slave’s anus. Sue gave a shudder. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Arabella took the dog leash which had been hanging over the end of the bed and clipped it to Sue’s collar. Then she unlocked the padlocks that secured Sue’s chains. Sue almost fell off the bed as she tried to move her numbed and stiffened limbs. Her breasts were ringed by white and purple weals where the webbing of the bed had cut into them. On her hands and knees she crawled awkwardly after Arabella as she was led down the narrow stairs.

In the low beamed sitting room below, food and water had been set out in two tin bowls. Sue drank and ate hunched over her simple meal, picking up her food with lips and teeth and making no attempt to use her hands. Her sore nipples brushed the floor. In one corner of the room her bike and cycle packs rested against the wall; a reminder of the world she had come from. Would she ever return?

When she was finished, Arabella led her through the back door and into a small overgrown garden, surrounded by a tall thick hedge. The sun was still low and there was dew on the grass, but the day promised to be a warm one. From outside it was apparent that the house was really a slightly reduced model of a half-timbered thatched cottage. In fact it was an elaborate children’s playhouse fallen into neglect.

As she had been taught, Sue scraped a hole in earth of one of the flower beds and squatted over it like a dog. When it was filled with her wastes she wiped herself clean with handfuls of long grass, then carefully covered the hole in again. Shuffling back to Arabella she bent and kissed the tops of her riding boots, then looked up at her mistress with wide eyes full of fear and helpless adoration.

Arabella ruffled Sue’s thick mane of shaggy blonde hair as one would pet a dog, admiring the curves of the girl’s full, hourglass figure, noting how her pale skin highlighted the marks of her various punishments. But Sue’s face was the greatest delight; so innocent and open, so easily made to contort in distress or pleasure. Blue eyes that ran so readily with tears. She was a creature made to be moulded and mastered.

For a moment Sue thought she saw in Arabella’s gaze the unreserved approval she sought with all her heart. To know that Arabella accepted the gift of her submission and loved her for it was all Sue wanted. She would live happily under her heel if she was granted that one gift. But then the look was gone and cool composure returned to Arabella’s features.

“I shall be busy for much of today and won’t be able to attend to you personally,” Arabella told her. “But I have ensured that your training will not be interrupted. The girls have their instructions. I have something rather special in mind for you...”

And she showed Sue the new torment she had planned for her.

Outrage and disgust flickered briefly within Sue as she learned what was to come, even as she admitted with helpless resignation that it was entirely appropriate.

Sue said meekly: “If my suffering will please you, Mistress...”