Punishment Exercise

Punishment Exercise
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ISBN:  9781907753299
Author:  Kate Benedict
Word Count:  69,381
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Arena of ShameArena of Shame
Puritan PassionsPuritan Passions
Sinful SeductionSinful Seduction
Wages of SinWages of Sin

'Bad girl!' he wheezed, gloating over her succulent flesh. 'Bad, bad girl!' She wriggled on his lap, trying to free herself from his iron grasp.
   But her struggles only served to excite him further. He was drooling as his hand rose and fell, smacking her bare bottom as it gleamed rosily in the firelight. She squealed as the stinging pain made her squirm and writhe, her feet, in their buttoned shoes, kicking the air. His eyes, fixed on the rippling globes of her bottom, sparkled in the firelight and his breath came in heaving gasps. As she wriggled she could feel the heat of his excitement radiating through her pink dress. Suddenly she was unceremoniously shoved off his knees and dumped on the floor.
   She sat there, legs sprawled, staring at him with wide-eyed dismay as he fumbled with the remaining buttons on his fly, his hands trembling.

Paid-off from her teaching post, Cassie is reduced to finding a job with a respectable escort agency in order to pay the rent - only to discover that the agency is a cover for something darker and more sinister. She finds herself in a depraved world of BDSM where young men and women are bought and sold to satisfy the sadistic appetites of the rich and decadent.

Can she use her newly found appetite for pleasure and pain to survive - and to gain revenge on the people who put her there in the first place?

'Slowly, Peter, slowly,' commanded Heinz. 'Our orders are to prepare her, not to ravish her.' One eyebrow lifted sardonically. 'Our pleasures will come later.' He leaned forward and took one swollen nipple between his lips, his teeth grazing it as he teased it gently with his tongue. Against her will, her eyelids fluttered and she could feel herself moistening. He twisted his hand and the handle of the whip eased a little further into her wetness.
   Then he bit down and she screamed as a feeling so intense that she could not tell whether it was pain or pleasure stabbed through her like a thunderbolt. She jerked and the whip handle, lubricated by her juices, slid all the way home. A moan escaped her lips and Heinz grinned. He withdrew it slowly then thrust it back again and again, watching as the expression on her face changed. Now her moans were those of pleasure. She began to writhe against the thrusting cock behind her and the instrument inside her, the pressure of her orgasm beginning to gather. Still smiling, Heinz withdrew the whip completely and stepped back. Her body sagged, her eyes opened and she gazed at him in a mixture of fear and disappointment.
   'Later,' he promised, holding her eyes as he raised the whip handle to his lips and delicately licked the juices that coated it. 'Later you'll have everything you want-' his smile widened '-and more.'
   'Bring her,' he said briskly to Peter, and her terror returned. What were they going to do to her? She struggled, digging the heels of her bare feet against the rough floor as Peter took her arm and pulled her in the direction of the marble table in the centre of the room.
   'No... no...' she whimpered as her dragged her towards it, her frightened eyes taking in all the horrible details. Was that really rust on those dangling chains - or was it something worse? And what were those stains on the pitted marble surface?
   Losing patience, Peter scooped her off her feet and carried her towards it, her hands beating futilely against his broad shoulders. With a grunt he lowered her onto it, her warm flesh flinching from the cold surface. She tried to swing her legs off it, but his strong hands pulled her back, their grip on her ankles vicelike as he spread-eagled her and forced first one leg and then the other into the cold clasp of the waiting manacles at the foot of the table. She forced herself into a sitting position and her flailing arm struck him a glancing blow. With a sneer, he pushed her viciously backwards, clipping her wrists easily into the ones at the top.
   Panting, she lay there, her body spread out before them like an offering. She pulled uselessly against the confining chains in an attempt to break free.
   'Naughty, naughty,' chided Heinz, flicking her nipples painfully with his forefinger. 'And naughty girls have to be punished, don't they?' He reached into a leather pouch at his waist, pulled out a cut-throat razor and opened it slowly. The dim light glinted wickedly on the blade as he turned it backwards and forwards, admiring it. Cassie froze, only her eyes moving as they gazed in horrified fascination at the deadly, glittering toy.
   'Wha... what are you going to do?' she whispered through dry lips.
   In answer he burst into peals of laughter. 'Why... nothing, my pretty one.' His free hand stroked the soft cleft of her sex, his thumb finding the sensitive bud of her clitoris, his middle finger parting her lips and sliding gently in and out of her vagina. 'Silly girl. Did you really think I would spoil such a beautiful body?' He turned his head. 'Peter. Are you ready?'
   She followed his eyes to see Peter approaching the table, carrying a tray. A bowl of water stood on it, tendrils of steam rising from its surface. Beside it stood several items she couldn't make out, no matter how she craned her neck. He laid it at the foot of the table, just out of reach of her jerking foot.
   'Excellent,' he said. 'Now we shall begin.' He snapped his fingers. 'Peter?'
   Peter stepped forward, a look of concentration on his face as he picked up the first item. Her eyes widened, trying to see what he held, then closed in terror as his hand descended to her lower body. Holding her breath, she bit her lip and waited for the agony to begin.
   She gasped in surprise and relief as, instead of a surge of pain, she felt hot wetness as Peter lathered the mass of tiny curls that covered her mons veneris. The bristles of the shaving brush, stiff yet soft, swirled and teased, seeking out every crease and fold of flesh, leaving a trail of delicious sensations behind it. She whimpered as a bead of sudsy water trickled tantalisingly slowly down the cleft of her sex, tracing a path, like the delicately teasing finger of a lover. Peter chuckled as her hips rose involuntarily, trying to make the sensation last.
   Then she froze again as Heinz leaned forward, the razor in his hand. Her mouth opened to protest and he laid a finger against her lips. 'Trust me, little one.' He laid the open blade against her smooth skin and, with deft movements, began his task.
   It was exquisite torture. Her skin seemed to have a million nerve-endings, each of them demanding attention as the sharp blade slid over them, leaving the ultimate nakedness in its wake. The cold air seemed to press against her overheated flesh like a living thing. She whimpered again, willing her body not to move in case the kiss of the blade became a bite instead of a caress. Time stretched infinitely as her whole body centred on the contradictory sensations radiating from her groin.
  'There,' said Heinz, in satisfaction, stepping back and admiring his handiwork with the dispassion of an artist gazing at a sculpture. 'Now the clients can see exactly what they are buying.' Cassie's chest heaved, the full globes of her breasts quivering, their nipples jutting against the cold air. Her spread legs revealed the pouting lips of her shaven sex, parted to show the glistening pink interior.
   Peter was not quite so unmoved. His cock stood at attention again, its head swollen and purple, thrusting out from the skimpy loincloth. 'The oil now?' he demanded, licking his lips in anticipation. At Heinz's nod, he reached eagerly for the small bottle that stood on the tray. Smiling down at Cassie, he tipped a few drops from its narrow neck onto her clitoris. Her body jerked and his smile widened.
   His hand spread the oil over her smooth nakedness, lingering, exploring, teasing, while he laughed at her feeble attempts to close her thighs against his onslaught. She twisted to one side, trying to escape, but he pulled her back roughly. His hands gripped the top of her thighs, pulling her cunt open like a fig, and he buried his face in her musky wetness, his tongue swirling round her throbbing clitoris then darting deeper until she moaned with unwilling desire.
   'Shall I continue?' asked Heinz, in amusement. 'Since you seem to be... er... busy.' He picked up a small pot from the tray, dipped delicately into it and applied the rouge to Cassie's nipples, rolling them firmly between thumb and finger till they swelled against his touch, hard and scarlet-tipped. She tossed her head from side to side, trying to escape from her own traitorous body. It was no use. She was trapped between the teasing tongue and the tormenting fingers. All she wanted now was a hot, hard, thrusting cock - or two - to release her from this maddening mixture of pain and pleasure.
   'Please,' she begged, this time not from fear but from frustration. 'Please...'
   'Enough!' snapped Heinz, taking his hands from her breasts. Peter lifted his head reluctantly. 'Our orders say that she is not to be taken. Enjoying that sweet cunt is the privilege of her purchaser.'
   Deprived of the excruciating pleasures her body longed for, Cassie moaned and quivered, her back arching as her hips writhed against the cold marble. 'Fuck me!' she demanded, eyes glittering with desire. 'What are you waiting for? Fuck me now!'
   'It is forbidden,' said Heinz regretfully as his eyes lingered on the juicy slit between her legs. 'Much as I would enjoy accepting your invitation, the preparation must go on.'
   'What do you mean?' she demanded, her body stilling as apprehension swept over her again. 'What are you going to do?'
   In answer, he held up a short length of triple gold chain, as thick and heavy as that on the handcuffs hanging on the dungeon wall. At each end there was a kind of toothed clasp, similar to the clasp of a clip-on earring. He jangled it, smiling cruelly. 'It is time to lock the gate.'
  Her body shrank away as he leaned forward, holding a clasp in each hand. 'Hold her,' he snapped in exasperation as she attempted to twist away. Peter's hands gripped the tops of her thighs again, this time holding her painfully in place as Heinz went about his business.
   She shrieked at the twin stabs of pain as the clasps gripped the tender lips of her sex, drawing them together, half-concealing her vulva in a kind of golden chastity belt - then closed her eyes as it dulled to a rhythmic throbbing, matching the thudding beat of her heart. She groaned as she realised that the pain, far from dousing her desire, was wakening it again, each pulse sending quivers of feeling from her groin to every part of her body.
   A smile touched her lips. So they thought the game was over, did they? That a piece of gold chain could stop her getting what she wanted? Well, they were wrong. She would break that iron resolve and make sure they disobeyed their orders. Then they'd see what happened next, when her 'purchaser' discovered that his little package had been opened already and he'd been fobbed off with second-hand goods.
   She lowered her eyes in mock submission. 'Unchain me now,' she whispered. 'I'll be good.'

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