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Chapter two
I was hardly aware of anything as he pulled me to my feet and started to guide me across the room. I was glad of the help, as I did not think I would be able to move without it. He stopped at what appeared to be a jail cell; it taking a moment to sink in that it was for me. There were bars all around and had just a simple bed and a side table, a toilet and a small sink in the corner that completed the barren space. What I then noticed made me go weak and I was allowed to sit on the bed. All around the walls of the room, in which the cell was in the middle, were hanging what seemed to be every type of whip, cane, paddle, restraint, gag and other items I didn’t want to know about. I realised that every moment I was in the cell, unless my eyes were closed, I would have to look at the many ways he could torture me.
It was all too much and I curled up on the bed and cried. In my head, all I could see was the room around me and that just made me cry even more. A sudden rush of cold water made me sit up, my body soaked. Not understanding what had happened, I saw my Master standing with an empty bucket in his hand and an evil grin on his face. The water was making me shiver and I curled up in an attempt to get warm.
I was led over to a shower area that just had a showerhead coming down from the
ceiling. He turned of the water and I
just stood there and allowed the water to warm me. I was thinking how nice it
was, when he moved to stand under the water, his hands roaming over my
body. I did nothing to stop him, not
wanting to risk him hurting me again.
When he turned off the water and threw me a towel, I simply dried myself
off and handed the towel back to him. Once
dry, I was led to the bed and made to lie down while he attached a metal cuff
to one leg. I could see it connected to
a long chain that would let me go to the toilet when I needed to. He then left me, locking the cell door with a
loud clang, followed by the bang of the basement door.
All alone, I began to cry again, feeling sorry for myself. How long would he leave me alone? Would he feed me soon? How would he torture me next? I had never felt so alone in all my life. Even the first few weeks with the trainers had not been this bad as I always knew they would look after me so that I was in a fit state to sell. Now, I knew he could do anything to me and nobody would ever know. When my sobs had died down, I made myself stand up and explore the cell. First I tried the door, not expecting for a second that it would open, but shaking it anyway. It wouldn’t budge and I moved over to the sink and the toilet. It was the first time since my abduction that I had free use of a toilet, and regardless of whether he might be watching me somehow, I decided to make the most of the opportunity and use it.
As I was washing my hands, I looked again at the display on the walls. I was too far away to reach any of them. Directly in front of me was a collection of whips and paddles, the one he had used on me now hanging back on its hook. I had a sick feeling in my stomach as I thought of him using any of the items on me. Becoming aware of my sore back once again, I gently reached around behind me to feel what he had done. I could feel some raised areas, but was relieved that my fingers showed no signs of blood. Wondering if he might have left me some ointment I walked in the direction of the shower, the chain dragging along behind me. I had to stop just before the shower taps, realising I did not have enough chain to reach them.
Despair washed over me again as I thought about the control he had over me. Walking slowly back to the bed, my eye caught sight of something just beyond the edge of the cell. It looked like a huge cross and beside it was something that looked like a rack that had come from a dungeon in an old castle. There were more items I could not see properly, but I had seen enough to know my time here would be a hard one.
Upstairs, I was still feeling like a little kid and had to make myself calm down enough to make Clare some food. I kept recalling how warm and tight her pussy had felt and the way her breasts had rubbed against my chest. Her nipples had been hard and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them. I had always loved slaves with pierced nipples, but had never been able to convince any past slaves to get theirs pierced. Now I knew my dreams would come true. Placing a cup of water and two tablets for her pain on the tray, I made my way down the stairs. I had already placed a tube of ointment there for her back, not wanting her to get sick or infected this early in my ownership.
As I opened the main door, I saw she was curled up on the bed again but sat up when she was aware of my presence in the room. By the time I got to the cell door, she was watching me with suspicious eyes and a shaking body. Putting the tray down on the table, I pulled her to stand up so I could see her back. There were four distinct welts on her back, but I had not broken any skin. Using the cream, I heard her gasp as I rubbed it in with my fingers. When it was done, I lowered her back to the bed, and gave her the plate of food.
She ate the food in silence but did balk at swallowing the pills I held out to her. “Slave, this is just for your pain. I may not always be so considerate, so take them while you have the chance.” She must have decided to trust me and swallowed the pills with some of the water. When the food and water was gone, she just sat staring at the cracks in the cement.
Master Nathan’s hand on my chin made me raise my head and once again I had to look into his dark eyes. There was no mercy there, only a barely concealed excitement. My stomach clenched as he continued to just stare at me, my instinct warning me to run away from him as fast as I could. In the corner of my eye, I could see his hand pulling some things out of his pocket and placing them on the tray. A glint of gold caught my eye and I thought they were earrings, though I did not have pierced ears. He continued to place some cotton wool and a bottle of something on the table. Finally, he pulled out what looked like a needle and I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. He just gripped my face tighter, causing my lips to change shape. When I stopped struggling, he eased the grip a bit, allowing my mouth to return to its normal form.
Taking my nipple in has hand, he pulled and twisted it until I could feel it growing and hardening, all the time his eyes never left mine. Whenever I tried to look away, he would grip my face firmer, my fear growing. My face was released and he tied my hands firmly behind my back. I could only watch as he poured something onto the cotton ball and rubbed my nipple with it.
The liquid he was rubbing into my nipple was making it feel numb and I was getting a horrible notion of what he was about to do. I hated needles, which was why I had been the only female at work who did not have pierced ears. I had even avoided overseas travel to certain countries due to the fear of having to have shots before I went. Now he was about to pierce me in one of my most sensitive places. Without realising it, I had begun to beg softly. “No, please don’t, please don’t.” My begging did not even make him pause and before I knew it, a needle was being pushed into the side of one nipple. Despite the numb feeling, I was still aware of the progress of the needle through my nipple. It hurt, my body shaking with the pain.
Tears that were now running down my face but I still could see the needle poking out the other side of my nipple. It was left there for a moment as he used his fingers to pinch and pull on the other nipple. Using the cotton ball, he again rubbed the liquid into in and returned to the first nipple. I was beginning to fell light-headed and knew I must be looking pale. I was lowered down onto the bed, my tied arms forcing my poor breasts to stand up high.
The dull ache of the needle in my nipple changed as he pulled the needle out and replaced it with the gold ring. It felt heavy and cold against my chest, but I could not help but look at it. He had not even owned me a day and he was already changing my body. The feel of the needle pushing into my other nipple made me cry out, the sight of the needle coming out the other side a surrealistic one. The drop of blood reminded me it was all too real. A glimpse at his jeans told me he was aroused by what he was doing, however I felt no sexual connection to his mutilation of my body, though I had read that many people did find having their nipples pierced an erotic sensation.
The needle was removed and the second ring was pushed through my nipple, my cries loud again in the awful cell. He cleaned up the few drops of blood and stood up, looking like an artist admiring their latest work. I thought that was what I was to him, a body to use and now alter. I felt a flash of anger at what he was doing, but this soon passed as I saw his face and knew nothing I could say or do would help me.
“Slave, I know you may not appreciate this right now, but you really do look beautiful. Now, as the numbness and the tablets wear off, your nipples will become very painful. I will leave this cream here for you to use and will come back in a few hours to give you some more tablets. I suggest that you get some sleep as tomorrow will be a big day.” Placing the cream on the side table, he untied my hands and packed up the rest of his supplies, leaving me alone again.
The rings felt strange and I tried not to move too much on the bed. I tried to take his advice and get some sleep, but the thought of what he had done kept me awake. Finally my exhaustion won and I fell into a troubled sleep.
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