Being Awakened
Being Awakened by Daddy Jack
“Damn my stubbornness,” you think to yourself, as you walk along in the cold rain, on the cobblestone street, lit by covered torches. You love life in the city, with all the modern conveniences of torch lit walkways, and stone streets and all. However, tonight, the rain is soaking you through and through making it difficult to appreciate the advances in modern living.
As you walk, you reflect on the evening and riding in the carriage with Thomas. How his small mindedness caused your blood to boil, and then he has the audacity to tell you that you are sexually repressed! “My God,” you think. How improper for him to suggest such a thing. Moving his hand to your thigh was the last straw, and you bolted from the moving carriage. You heard the carriage stop, and he called after you, but you ran down an alley… you have to get away from him, and think about what to do with the situation.
The rain continues, and your misery builds. You are the Fair Lady, daughter of a Lord. The Lordship thinks this idiot is whom you should marry, but you will have none of it! You hear your Mother’s voice, “Don’t be so willful, darling,” and you want to scream… you must escape and get away from all of this foolishness.
But for now, your only get-away is walking in the rain. “This is a great escape,” you think to yourself, “with no money, no power, no anything… but wet.”
You feel a chill coming on you, and the more you walk, the fewer buildings there are. You are not familiar with this part of the city, and begin thinking that maybe you should go back. “No,” you think to yourself, “that would be admitting defeat. Fuck everyone… I can take care of myself.”
The truth is you are cold, it is raining, and all you have on is a cape with a thin hood. You feel soaked to the bone. Your feet are wet and the dress shoes provide very little protection. After an hour of walking in the pouring rain, you feel pretty foolish.
From out of now where, it seems, appears a carriage. It stops next to you. You look inside, but it is night and dark, and long ago you left a path having torches. The carriage door opens, and a hand covered in a black leather glove reaches out to you. You are frightened, but then again, have few options. You hesitate, but the cold rain wins out as you take the hand, as it guides you inside the carriage.
As you get inside to sit, you realize there is a figure sitting on one side. “Must be the one who extended the hand,” you think. Across the carriage on the other side are two young women, perhaps 18 years old, but maybe a little younger. They are both very pretty and you can see both have long hair, one blonde and one brunette, that is hanging in tight curls, with bonnets covering their heads and part of their face.
The figure in black directs you to sit between the girls, yet nothing is said… only a motion of the leather gloved hand. You do is directed and move to the other side between the young girls.
As your eyes adjust, you see the figure is wearing a black robe/cape with a full hood covering the head. He speaks, but to the girls, “She is soaking wet. Remove her cape and help her dry and get warm”. The voice is low and deep, but soft in a strange way.
The girls begin to take off your outer garments, but you protest, not at all sure this carriage ride was a good idea. You find their hands insistent and in a flash your cape is off and a warm, fur lined wrap d****s your body. You instantly feel relief from the cold and damp chill. The girls draw closer to you in an almost intimate manner. While this troubles you as not being “proper,” the additional warmth is welcome.
The carriage moves on in silence with only the sound of the horse’s hoofs as background sound. Looking out the carriage window you notice that you are going the other direction from your home. Then you realize that no one has said anything, much less asking you where you lived. You say, “Excuse me, but I live on the other side of the city, in the section Grace. Would you please take me there?”
Silence, as the carriage continues to ride in silence.
You are getting really scared right now. Here you are in a carriage going God knows where, with three very peculiar people. Concluding that walking in the rain was better than this, you ask the carriage to please stop to allow you getting out. Silence. You ask again. No matter how you protest, the only answer is silence.
You get up and move toward the door, thinking this is the second time tonight that you will jump from a moving carriage. The girls restrain you, and you start to fight them, when the leather-gloved hand from across the carriage wraps around your throat. “Sit down,” the person, whom you conclude is a man, says. The voice was not menacing, nor was it kind.
“I want to …,” You began to say; when the cloaked man covers your mouth with his hand, and begins to squeeze your neck. He is very strong. You become very scared.
“Understand one thing,” he says, “You will go where I tell you to go, when I tell you to go and how I tell you to go. From this moment on, what you want and what you wish are of no matter to me. You now belong to me. You will live the longest and fullest life if you do not protest too much, little one.” This time the voice was very menacing, and you sit down, totally shocked at what you just heard.
“He can’t do this to me,” you are thinking. Nevertheless, here you are and it appears he is doing just that!
The carriage approaches a large estate, which seemed to appear from nowhere, and stops under a covered walkway. The carriage door opens, although there is no one there to open the door.
You are lead out the carriage by the girls. As you look around you see a huge estate. You look back at the carriage and you see the man in black get out, but notice there is no one sitting in the driver’s seat. “This is really strange,” you think to yourself.
A large front double door opens and the girls e***** you inside. It is an entryway, and following through you see a great hall with two large fireplaces. You go the fire seeking warmth, and escape for a moment from the girls. They seem to be touching you more than you would like, as you are “not that kind” of woman.
A middle age woman appears and hands you a cup of hot drink. She is dressed as a servant with a black dress and lace around the neck. She is attractive but forgettable.
You taste the beverage; you have never had anything like this, but it is good and the warm liquid feels good in your stomach. You look at her and ask, “Where am I? Why am I here?” She returns the question with a smile, and then leaves you.
You look around and ask, to no one in particular, “Where am I,” but receive no answer. You just cannot believe these people are so insistent on having you as their guest. Then you shudder; are you a guest? You do not know these people. The Man in Black said you were “his.” In terror, you wonder if you are k**napped for political gain against your father. “Off with their heads,” you think… then wonder whose head will be off?
No one around is around. The girls, man and servant woman seemed to have disappeared without a sound. You then decide to make a dash for the door moving stealthily, but swiftly. Just as you get to the front door you hear the Man in Black’s voice, “Where are you going my dear? It is not time to leave yet.” You freeze; that voice has so much commanding power. You are scared, but strangely drawn to him in a very weird and, to you, sick kind of way.
The girls return to you side, and begin to lead you up the Grand Staircase. You start to resist, but again the Man in Black says, “Go with them, and go quietly, little one. Make no trouble, and the night will be well.”
You get your first look at him, as he removes his hood. He as salt and pepper hair, that is mostly black with traces of gray. His face is tanned, youthful, his eyes dark and piercing. He has no expression, unless “serious and not to be trifled with” qualifies as an expression.
The girls continue to lead you up the stairs, and you turn your head again to look at this strange man. You feel drawn to him, but you do not know why. He turns and enters the Great Hall, as you are lead up three flights of stairs and taken to a large bedroom, with a sitting area, dressing room and even a separate room for a wash bowl.
“This is your room, my Lady,” says the blond girl. “We are to be your attendants and assist you in preparing for the rest of the evening.” “What does that mean,” you ask. Without providing an answer, the girls begin to undress you. You resist, harder this time, when the brunette girl grabs you hair forcefully and says, “Be easy on yourself. You cannot resist. Listen to our Master; He knows what is best.”
You look her in the eyes, stunned and in a trance. While you realize that the other girl is disrobing you, your resolve weakens, and you allow them to undress you. They seat you in a comfortable straight-backed chair, and the girls put lotion over you body. You hate to admit it, but this feels good. You have never experienced such attention and begin to find pleasurable.
The blonde-haired girl then approaches you with a razor and says, “Stand up please, m’ Lady.” “Why,” you ask? “Master only wants woman with hair on their head. We must shave your pubic hair,” is her reply. “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” you yell, but the other girls lifts you up, pulls on your hair again and says, “Remember, m’ Lady, you cannot resist. This will not hurt. No harm will come to you.”
The girls lead you to a bed and lay you on your back. Each takes a leg and spreads them apart widely, bringing your ankles near your bottom. Never have you felt this exposed or this humiliated.
The two young girls shave you most intimately. There is no pain and you begin to relax. Surprisingly, this humiliating act creates a warmth deep in your belly. After they shave you, the girls gently apply lotion to your most private place and you enjoy the experience. When the girls are done, you cannot resist running your hand over you pubs. It feels so smooth, especially after the lotion they applied. Suddenly you feel sexy, in a way you never have before.
The girls dress you only in a long, black gown, low cut showing your petite, but nicely shaped breasts. You have never dressed this wantonly. They fix your hair in long dangling curls. The reflection in the mirror is unfamiliar but pleasing.
You are startled when a blindfold is place over your eyes. It has soft velvet on the inside and you can feel soft silk on the outside. “Why are you doing this?” you ask. One of the girls responds, “Master’s orders, my Lady.”
You are lead out of the room, down the staircase, but not down all three flights, only two. You enter a room which you have a sense is very large. You can tell you are walking on a rug or carpet, very thick and very high class, you think.
“What is this all about?” You continue to wonder.
After stopping, the brunette girl says, “Sit, my Lady, sit on the carpet.” You sit as instructed. “Wait here,” they say together and you hear them leave.
Are you alone? Is someone coming for you? Is this some kind of joke? Your mind is racing for answers, and your heartbeat races with every subtle noise you hear, not knowing what it is.
Footsteps approach… oh God… what is going to happen now.
A leather glove touches your neck, placing something around your neck, a necklace or a collar. You reach to touch it and it is velvet, but tied tightly. It is not interfering with your breathing, but nor is it loose.
You hear a “snap” sound, and realize that there is something attached to your neckpiece. You trace the neck adornment with your fingers and feel and ring with a steel hook attached, leading to a light gauged chain. Someone, or something, yanks on the chain, jerking your head forward ever so slightly.
“To your knees,” you hear the distinctive voice of the Man in Black say, as the chain yanks him again.
“But wh….” A short, but hard, crack to your back cuts your question short. Some unknown instrument delivers the blow. Regardless of the source, it hurts a great deal.
“Ask no questions; say NOTHING until I tell you to speak. Now, to your knees,” he says. The message is not sinister, but in a very no-nonsense manner. You rise to your knees, as instructed.
“Bow your head,” the Man commands, and you do so, for the crack on your back is still stinging, and you do not want another.
“Tonight, I will teach you how to please me,” says the Man. “Tonight, I will show you a world you did not know existed, but one for which you have longed,” he continues. “Tonight, little one, will be your rebirth”.
You freeze, literally freeze. “What does he mean? I dare not ask. How does he presume to know what I want, the pompous ass,” you think is your mind races.
Sitting quietly, you wait, but you find yourself oddly aroused by this Man. Unwillingly, you find your nipples erect and moistness in your most intimate interior. “God, I have to get away,” you think. But how to get away?
The chain yanks again, harder this time, and pulls you forward. “Come,” says the voice of the Man in Black, and you begin to scramble, finding that the pace is making you walk on your hands and knees. You attempt to stand but a swat on the back with the same unknown instrument convinces you to remain on hands and knees. You do your best to stay up, but you are having a hard time.
“What do you want of me?” you scream. The pulling chain stops. Erie silence follows. Then the voice, “It is for me to know.” The chain pulling begins again, and you follow across what you guess to be a marble floor. Your hands come to stairs, and you begin to crawl up the stairs on your hands and knees, but only for a short distance, perhaps five steps in all.
There are muffled voices in the background; others are present, although you do not know who, or what, or why. The room takes on a cool dampness, and evilness surrounds you. You cannot explain the feeling of evil but it is pervasive.
The chain abruptly yanks you backward. “Sit,” is the only command, and you obey, too frightened to do anything else.
You feel the chain drop and you consider getting up, tearing off the blindfold, and running. The only thing stopping you is the fear of the consequences even though the consequences of doing nothing are equally scary.
Someone grabs your arms and pull them around your back, and tie, or clasp, your hands together. “Stop,” you scream and then you feel the horrible searing of that instrument across your back. In this still rational part of your mind, you conclude that this must be a hard wooden cane.
You stop screaming. The feeling is so intense you can do nothing but sit. At the same time, you find this ugliness strangely inviting… you feel yourself begin yet again to become aroused. “God, this is horrible,” you think. You hang your head in shame.
“Remove the blindfold,” says a voice, you think the Man, but you cannot be sure. From behind, the blindfold is unfastened and removed. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the room, as the light is dim, with candles and a few torches around the perimeter. It is a large room, and you immediately can tell that you are on some kind of stage, with a large canopy overhead. In front of you is a covered table, similar to a church alter.
Looking out, you discover that the stage is round. At the foot are steps leading to the stage. Surrounding the stage are 24 tall figures, all dressed in black hooded cloaks. You can see no faces, but feel the 24 sets of eyes watching your every move.
Then soft drums begin to beat a rhythmic flow of, “thump, thump, thump.” You find this sound soothing and your body u*********sly begins to sway to the monotone rhythm.
The two young girls who attended you this evening appear at your side. You are shocked to see that they are naked, wearing only a small covering over their cunny. You have never seen a naked women’s body, except your own, and you are surprised with the beauty in the nearly perfectly formed, although small, breasts, and the firm figures of both girls. You find yourself aroused by these young forms.
“Stand,” orders a voice, although you cannot for sure tell from where. The girls take one arm each and help you to your feet. You look to them for answers, but their faces have no expression. They look straightforward at the group surrounding them.
“What do you want!” you scream again. There is no response to your outburst and that really scares you.
For long moments, you stand there, as if on display, being examined. Then one of the cloaked figures approaches you, slowly, one-step at a time. He walks directly toward you, and, as he gets near, a very large knife appears in his right hand. It has a white handle, and a very sharp looking tip. You gasp.
“What are you going to do?” you ask almost in a whisper. There is no answer, and you find your arms held by two new figures, very large bald young men, with equally expressionless faces, the girls seemingly having vanished. The knife approaches your throat, and the point of the knife pushes ever so slightly into your skin.
“Stand perfectly still,” says the voice. You feel as if you are in a dream, and know you have no choice.
The knife moves from the throat to the top of your dress, sharpened side down, as the other hand takes hold of the dress’ material. You see the knife beginning to cut through the material. You give the man a quizzical look and then realize he is cutting off your dress. Down, slowly, until the knife cuts the dress open all the way down.
You are turned and you feel the procedure repeated in the back. The dress hangs by your bound arms. You find yourself fully exposed to the strangers. He next moves to your right side carving the material away. The right side of your dress falls to the floor. This procedure repeats on the left side.
You stand naked before this group; never before have you experienced such humiliation. You are embarrassed and humiliated beyond memory, but also strangely aroused. You know you should be fighting these feelings of arousal, but cannot.
“Turn,” is the command, and the girls suddenly reappear and pull your arms, helping you perform a slow 360-degree turn. The feeling of complete humiliation consumes you while your body is wantonly displayed.
Next, the chain leads you to the alter-looking table. “Get on,” is the order and you find a step stool at your feet to assist your climb. As you begin to climb on the table, you feel a very sharp crack to you backside. “Ouch!” you yell looking back, only to receive another, even harder crack. “Quiet wench!” is the command, and you quickly scramble to get on the table and avoid another crack.
“Lay on your back,” and without hesitation you turn over. You are lying on a soft velvet cloth and it feels good against your skin. The room temperature seems to have warmed, and you are no longer chilly.
The young girls move to your head, moving your arms over your head. You feel soft fur placed over your wrists. When you look up, you see the fur surrounded by leather, with a steel ring attached to the side. They lay your arms out, stretched over you head, and attach a silver chain clasp to each hook. The girls bend down and attach the other end of the chain to the alter.
You are transfixed. You try to move your arms, but only succeed in pulling your body upward a few inches; the arms will not move. As your body inches forward, you feel a sharp crack again across your bare breasts. “Do not move!” is the command, and you freeze yet again. The sharp pain across the top of your breasts turns to a gentle feeling of contentment. You continue to be thoroughly confused at how pain and discomfort turns to warmth and contentment.
While lying there in the aftermath of the cane slap across your breasts, you had not realized that the girls placed fur-lined cuffs on your ankles and knees. A chain runs from each restraint and secured to alter corners. You find this makes you immobile. The knee cuffs are then tied making the area between your legs completely exposed.
The soft monotonous rhythm of the drum continues.
You look up and see the 24-cloaked figures gathered around you. The girls reappear, and you see one has a container. Each girl stands at one side and the jar is placed on the alter top between your legs. They both take some of the material from the jar and softly spread the lotion like materials over your body. “No, I don’t…” is all the more you get out, before a thunderous “Crack” breaks the air, and you feel a deep burning in your breasts. You look down to see large red welts forming above your nipples.
“You will remain silent,” says the voice. You are terrified. The pain is going through your entire body. Yet, you find the attention of the girls inviting, and you relax and begin to enjoy it. “God, what is becoming of me,” you think.
When the nubile girls finish lotioning your body, you feel one of the girl’s soft hand running along the inside of your thigh, approaching your most intimate place, while looking into your eyes. She smiles, and moves her finger just inside your parting lips. The electric shock you feel from her touch jolts you. Her motions are very slow and very gentle. You have never been touched there, ever, not even by yourself, for the Priest says it is wrong, and Mother warned you of those sins.
She moves her finger to the top of your private place. When she touches your sensitive bud, your body violently reacts and rocks number rocks to the core. Huge waves of pleasure swarm your entire body. You are helpless, but want not to resist.
Suddenly, she stops her touches. You look at her quizzically wanting more. The girls leave your side and you find yourself alone, surrounded by 24-cloaked figures. What is to happen to you?
The pace of the drum quickens as the cloaked figures come closer to the altar. You think you could cut the tension with a knife, but then remember the horror of having your clothes removed at knifepoint. You do not want to think about knives any further.
Suddenly, the drumbeat stops, replaced by a deafening silence.
One of the cloaked figures approaches and stands at the foot of the alter. You see him looking down your naked body and realize that he sees every part of you exposed. He takes in the view of your so-called feminine charms, that your Mother instructed you to keep hidden. You find yourself getting wet again between your legs.
He takes his hand, not gloved, and unhooks his cloak, throwing back the hood. The cloak drops to the floor. You see at a man, about 25 you would guess, strong, muscular. He has black hair and deep set black eyes. His skin is a milky white, giving his eyes a very powerful look. You look down his hairy and muscular chest, and see his…. Oh, my God…. What is it called … a penis? What did the girls call it… a cock? It was huge. It had to be 10 inches, and it was erect and very hard.
The man uses a step to climb on the alter table, between your open legs. He is on all fours, above you, eyes inches from yours. His stiff erection enter your intimacy, and you feel its head slip past your inner lips. It is a joyous feeling… you begin to moan… your Mother was wrong… this is wonderful.
The man is gentle with you, knowing this is your first time. He slides himself inside you slowly. Your maiden hood interrupts his journey. He presses against it gently but consistently.
Suddenly you feel the man thrust hard as he breaks through your virginity. You stifle a scream, as you do not want another cane thrashing. The pain and burning is intense and the man stops his progress waiting for you to adjust. After a few patient moments, all of his erection slips inside of you. It is the most wonderful feeling in the world, more than anything you could have expected.
He begins to thrust himself in and out of you, and the waves of pleasure returns, greater now than ever. The pain persists but becomes dim in the wash of the pleasure.
Then he bends down, and begins to kiss your neck. Suddenly, you feel a sharp bite. The pain quickly subsides, and it feels his mouth attached to your neck. You have never felt anything like this before. Then he bites harder, and you are sure his teeth are inside you.
There is a strange, but comforting sensation, as if he is sucking something from you. This new sensation, mixed with the feeling of his cock moving inside of you, causes a tremendous eruption inside your body and you shudder with waves upon waves of the most wonderful feeling that you have ever had.
The man continues to stroke and suck as the pleasure returns. Suddenly, the waves flood you again, and again and again. Almost non-stop, you feel your body being heaved with such wonderful pleasure that you never want it to stop.
Then you do want it to stop, thinking you cannot stand another, but it continues and continues.
His strokes become longer and faster and his body pounds against your pubis. Faster and harder the man uses your body until he beings to shudder, driving himself deep inside your warm moist body and you feel his cock pulse inside, over and over and over again. It seems forever that he is having his orgasm, and you can feel his hot liquid invade your deep intimacy.
He stops all motion and lies there. Then he removes his mouth from your neck, and you can feel two teeth pull from the skin.
He removes his cock from inside of you, leaves the alter table, re-donning his cloak and hood.
“You have done well, wench,” the Man says in his deep voice. “Please the others as well”. While you can hear the Man, you have no idea where he is.
With that, you see the other 23-cloaked figures approach you. One by one, they remove their cloaks and take you for their pleasure. Repeatedly you feel waves of pleasure to where you are sure you will pass out from the pleasure. This cannot continue, but it does. As each man finishes, he leaves seed deep inside you.
One figure appears at your head and places his cock inside your mouth, and all resistance is gone and you eagerly take it, sucking it until he finishes in your mouth.
At one point, you feel the ankle and knee restraints removed and your feet placed over your head. You feel one of the figures place some lotions on your arse, then his cock slides into it. You cannot believe this is happening, but find pleasure in everything.
Finally, the cloaked men all leave and you are alone. Breathing heavily and feeling very sore from all this activity, your mind is like a spinning wheel.
The two girls again appear at your side and secure your chains.
A very large a****l appears at your feet. It might be a dog or wolf but you do not think so. You do not recognize the species. Regardless of what the a****l is, it looks very large and very menacing.
The b**st bounds up between your legs and you fill with horror, afraid you must submit to this a****l too. The a****l looks you in the eye, a knowing look, a chilling look. It is the look of lust.
“Stop,” you hear the Man command, and the a****l jumps off. “Not today.” The a****l lies down in a corner of the Hall. Relief floods your body, making you feel limp, if you could possibly feel more limp or exhausted.
The girls return yet again. The blonde girl crawls up between your legs on hands and knees while the young brunette gently strokes your face, hair and breasts. The blonde’s mouth moves down between your legs and you can hear the slurping sound as she takes the seed left by the 24 men.
At a different moment, you would have died thousand deaths at the thought of anyone’s mouth being “There.” Not tonight, however, as you readily accept this most erotic experience. Your arousal continues, especially when her tongue flicks your bud, swollen and sensitive.
After a moment, she jumps back to the floor and moves to your head while the other the girl takes her place between your legs. The brunette girl repeats the procedure as the blonde caresses you, bending down to kiss you. You taste the salty remains of the evening’s adventure and find it very pleasant and arousing.
Then the Man appears and, as he motions his arm across his body, all of your restraints fall off. The girls quickly disappear. You lay transfixed, having been used in every possible manner by 24 men you did not know, over and over again. Nevertheless, through the pain and soreness is a feeling of exhilaration and joy, the wonderful joy!
He reaches out his hand, no longer gloved. You take his hand and sit up. You feel your neck, and can feel puncture marks. You look into his eyes.
“You are mine now, mine for my pleasure. You are my slave, little one,” he continues, “And you will find pleasure in this.”
You nod your head. “Yes,” you softly respond, without even thinking.
“Who are you?” you ask.
“You may call me Master,” says the figure.
Master helps you up to your feet. The girls appear at each side holding a silk robe. They help you don the robe and then offer you a pair of fur-lined slippers, which you slip onto your feet. The silk is luxurious on your skin, and the fur on your feet feels warm and relaxing. You have never had things this nice, even with the affluence of Father.
The girls bow to you in a sign of reference and respect. You return their bow with a smile, and are rewarded smiles and adoration in return.
Master takes your hand and, as you leave the hall, you have forgotten everything and everyone you knew before tonight. Filled with joy at being here, you cannot wait for what it to come next.
“Damn my stubbornness,” you think to yourself, as you walk along in the cold rain, on the cobblestone street, lit by covered torches. You love life in the city, with all the modern conveniences of torch lit walkways, and stone streets and all. However, tonight, the rain is soaking you through and through making it difficult to appreciate the advances in modern living.
As you walk, you reflect on the evening and riding in the carriage with Thomas. How his small mindedness caused your blood to boil, and then he has the audacity to tell you that you are sexually repressed! “My God,” you think. How improper for him to suggest such a thing. Moving his hand to your thigh was the last straw, and you bolted from the moving carriage. You heard the carriage stop, and he called after you, but you ran down an alley… you have to get away from him, and think about what to do with the situation.
The rain continues, and your misery builds. You are the Fair Lady, daughter of a Lord. The Lordship thinks this idiot is whom you should marry, but you will have none of it! You hear your Mother’s voice, “Don’t be so willful, darling,” and you want to scream… you must escape and get away from all of this foolishness.
But for now, your only get-away is walking in the rain. “This is a great escape,” you think to yourself, “with no money, no power, no anything… but wet.”
You feel a chill coming on you, and the more you walk, the fewer buildings there are. You are not familiar with this part of the city, and begin thinking that maybe you should go back. “No,” you think to yourself, “that would be admitting defeat. Fuck everyone… I can take care of myself.”
The truth is you are cold, it is raining, and all you have on is a cape with a thin hood. You feel soaked to the bone. Your feet are wet and the dress shoes provide very little protection. After an hour of walking in the pouring rain, you feel pretty foolish.
From out of now where, it seems, appears a carriage. It stops next to you. You look inside, but it is night and dark, and long ago you left a path having torches. The carriage door opens, and a hand covered in a black leather glove reaches out to you. You are frightened, but then again, have few options. You hesitate, but the cold rain wins out as you take the hand, as it guides you inside the carriage.
As you get inside to sit, you realize there is a figure sitting on one side. “Must be the one who extended the hand,” you think. Across the carriage on the other side are two young women, perhaps 18 years old, but maybe a little younger. They are both very pretty and you can see both have long hair, one blonde and one brunette, that is hanging in tight curls, with bonnets covering their heads and part of their face.
The figure in black directs you to sit between the girls, yet nothing is said… only a motion of the leather gloved hand. You do is directed and move to the other side between the young girls.
As your eyes adjust, you see the figure is wearing a black robe/cape with a full hood covering the head. He speaks, but to the girls, “She is soaking wet. Remove her cape and help her dry and get warm”. The voice is low and deep, but soft in a strange way.
The girls begin to take off your outer garments, but you protest, not at all sure this carriage ride was a good idea. You find their hands insistent and in a flash your cape is off and a warm, fur lined wrap d****s your body. You instantly feel relief from the cold and damp chill. The girls draw closer to you in an almost intimate manner. While this troubles you as not being “proper,” the additional warmth is welcome.
The carriage moves on in silence with only the sound of the horse’s hoofs as background sound. Looking out the carriage window you notice that you are going the other direction from your home. Then you realize that no one has said anything, much less asking you where you lived. You say, “Excuse me, but I live on the other side of the city, in the section Grace. Would you please take me there?”
Silence, as the carriage continues to ride in silence.
You are getting really scared right now. Here you are in a carriage going God knows where, with three very peculiar people. Concluding that walking in the rain was better than this, you ask the carriage to please stop to allow you getting out. Silence. You ask again. No matter how you protest, the only answer is silence.
You get up and move toward the door, thinking this is the second time tonight that you will jump from a moving carriage. The girls restrain you, and you start to fight them, when the leather-gloved hand from across the carriage wraps around your throat. “Sit down,” the person, whom you conclude is a man, says. The voice was not menacing, nor was it kind.
“I want to …,” You began to say; when the cloaked man covers your mouth with his hand, and begins to squeeze your neck. He is very strong. You become very scared.
“Understand one thing,” he says, “You will go where I tell you to go, when I tell you to go and how I tell you to go. From this moment on, what you want and what you wish are of no matter to me. You now belong to me. You will live the longest and fullest life if you do not protest too much, little one.” This time the voice was very menacing, and you sit down, totally shocked at what you just heard.
“He can’t do this to me,” you are thinking. Nevertheless, here you are and it appears he is doing just that!
The carriage approaches a large estate, which seemed to appear from nowhere, and stops under a covered walkway. The carriage door opens, although there is no one there to open the door.
You are lead out the carriage by the girls. As you look around you see a huge estate. You look back at the carriage and you see the man in black get out, but notice there is no one sitting in the driver’s seat. “This is really strange,” you think to yourself.
A large front double door opens and the girls e***** you inside. It is an entryway, and following through you see a great hall with two large fireplaces. You go the fire seeking warmth, and escape for a moment from the girls. They seem to be touching you more than you would like, as you are “not that kind” of woman.
A middle age woman appears and hands you a cup of hot drink. She is dressed as a servant with a black dress and lace around the neck. She is attractive but forgettable.
You taste the beverage; you have never had anything like this, but it is good and the warm liquid feels good in your stomach. You look at her and ask, “Where am I? Why am I here?” She returns the question with a smile, and then leaves you.
You look around and ask, to no one in particular, “Where am I,” but receive no answer. You just cannot believe these people are so insistent on having you as their guest. Then you shudder; are you a guest? You do not know these people. The Man in Black said you were “his.” In terror, you wonder if you are k**napped for political gain against your father. “Off with their heads,” you think… then wonder whose head will be off?
No one around is around. The girls, man and servant woman seemed to have disappeared without a sound. You then decide to make a dash for the door moving stealthily, but swiftly. Just as you get to the front door you hear the Man in Black’s voice, “Where are you going my dear? It is not time to leave yet.” You freeze; that voice has so much commanding power. You are scared, but strangely drawn to him in a very weird and, to you, sick kind of way.
The girls return to you side, and begin to lead you up the Grand Staircase. You start to resist, but again the Man in Black says, “Go with them, and go quietly, little one. Make no trouble, and the night will be well.”
You get your first look at him, as he removes his hood. He as salt and pepper hair, that is mostly black with traces of gray. His face is tanned, youthful, his eyes dark and piercing. He has no expression, unless “serious and not to be trifled with” qualifies as an expression.
The girls continue to lead you up the stairs, and you turn your head again to look at this strange man. You feel drawn to him, but you do not know why. He turns and enters the Great Hall, as you are lead up three flights of stairs and taken to a large bedroom, with a sitting area, dressing room and even a separate room for a wash bowl.
“This is your room, my Lady,” says the blond girl. “We are to be your attendants and assist you in preparing for the rest of the evening.” “What does that mean,” you ask. Without providing an answer, the girls begin to undress you. You resist, harder this time, when the brunette girl grabs you hair forcefully and says, “Be easy on yourself. You cannot resist. Listen to our Master; He knows what is best.”
You look her in the eyes, stunned and in a trance. While you realize that the other girl is disrobing you, your resolve weakens, and you allow them to undress you. They seat you in a comfortable straight-backed chair, and the girls put lotion over you body. You hate to admit it, but this feels good. You have never experienced such attention and begin to find pleasurable.
The blonde-haired girl then approaches you with a razor and says, “Stand up please, m’ Lady.” “Why,” you ask? “Master only wants woman with hair on their head. We must shave your pubic hair,” is her reply. “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” you yell, but the other girls lifts you up, pulls on your hair again and says, “Remember, m’ Lady, you cannot resist. This will not hurt. No harm will come to you.”
The girls lead you to a bed and lay you on your back. Each takes a leg and spreads them apart widely, bringing your ankles near your bottom. Never have you felt this exposed or this humiliated.
The two young girls shave you most intimately. There is no pain and you begin to relax. Surprisingly, this humiliating act creates a warmth deep in your belly. After they shave you, the girls gently apply lotion to your most private place and you enjoy the experience. When the girls are done, you cannot resist running your hand over you pubs. It feels so smooth, especially after the lotion they applied. Suddenly you feel sexy, in a way you never have before.
The girls dress you only in a long, black gown, low cut showing your petite, but nicely shaped breasts. You have never dressed this wantonly. They fix your hair in long dangling curls. The reflection in the mirror is unfamiliar but pleasing.
You are startled when a blindfold is place over your eyes. It has soft velvet on the inside and you can feel soft silk on the outside. “Why are you doing this?” you ask. One of the girls responds, “Master’s orders, my Lady.”
You are lead out of the room, down the staircase, but not down all three flights, only two. You enter a room which you have a sense is very large. You can tell you are walking on a rug or carpet, very thick and very high class, you think.
“What is this all about?” You continue to wonder.
After stopping, the brunette girl says, “Sit, my Lady, sit on the carpet.” You sit as instructed. “Wait here,” they say together and you hear them leave.
Are you alone? Is someone coming for you? Is this some kind of joke? Your mind is racing for answers, and your heartbeat races with every subtle noise you hear, not knowing what it is.
Footsteps approach… oh God… what is going to happen now.
A leather glove touches your neck, placing something around your neck, a necklace or a collar. You reach to touch it and it is velvet, but tied tightly. It is not interfering with your breathing, but nor is it loose.
You hear a “snap” sound, and realize that there is something attached to your neckpiece. You trace the neck adornment with your fingers and feel and ring with a steel hook attached, leading to a light gauged chain. Someone, or something, yanks on the chain, jerking your head forward ever so slightly.
“To your knees,” you hear the distinctive voice of the Man in Black say, as the chain yanks him again.
“But wh….” A short, but hard, crack to your back cuts your question short. Some unknown instrument delivers the blow. Regardless of the source, it hurts a great deal.
“Ask no questions; say NOTHING until I tell you to speak. Now, to your knees,” he says. The message is not sinister, but in a very no-nonsense manner. You rise to your knees, as instructed.
“Bow your head,” the Man commands, and you do so, for the crack on your back is still stinging, and you do not want another.
“Tonight, I will teach you how to please me,” says the Man. “Tonight, I will show you a world you did not know existed, but one for which you have longed,” he continues. “Tonight, little one, will be your rebirth”.
You freeze, literally freeze. “What does he mean? I dare not ask. How does he presume to know what I want, the pompous ass,” you think is your mind races.
Sitting quietly, you wait, but you find yourself oddly aroused by this Man. Unwillingly, you find your nipples erect and moistness in your most intimate interior. “God, I have to get away,” you think. But how to get away?
The chain yanks again, harder this time, and pulls you forward. “Come,” says the voice of the Man in Black, and you begin to scramble, finding that the pace is making you walk on your hands and knees. You attempt to stand but a swat on the back with the same unknown instrument convinces you to remain on hands and knees. You do your best to stay up, but you are having a hard time.
“What do you want of me?” you scream. The pulling chain stops. Erie silence follows. Then the voice, “It is for me to know.” The chain pulling begins again, and you follow across what you guess to be a marble floor. Your hands come to stairs, and you begin to crawl up the stairs on your hands and knees, but only for a short distance, perhaps five steps in all.
There are muffled voices in the background; others are present, although you do not know who, or what, or why. The room takes on a cool dampness, and evilness surrounds you. You cannot explain the feeling of evil but it is pervasive.
The chain abruptly yanks you backward. “Sit,” is the only command, and you obey, too frightened to do anything else.
You feel the chain drop and you consider getting up, tearing off the blindfold, and running. The only thing stopping you is the fear of the consequences even though the consequences of doing nothing are equally scary.
Someone grabs your arms and pull them around your back, and tie, or clasp, your hands together. “Stop,” you scream and then you feel the horrible searing of that instrument across your back. In this still rational part of your mind, you conclude that this must be a hard wooden cane.
You stop screaming. The feeling is so intense you can do nothing but sit. At the same time, you find this ugliness strangely inviting… you feel yourself begin yet again to become aroused. “God, this is horrible,” you think. You hang your head in shame.
“Remove the blindfold,” says a voice, you think the Man, but you cannot be sure. From behind, the blindfold is unfastened and removed. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the room, as the light is dim, with candles and a few torches around the perimeter. It is a large room, and you immediately can tell that you are on some kind of stage, with a large canopy overhead. In front of you is a covered table, similar to a church alter.
Looking out, you discover that the stage is round. At the foot are steps leading to the stage. Surrounding the stage are 24 tall figures, all dressed in black hooded cloaks. You can see no faces, but feel the 24 sets of eyes watching your every move.
Then soft drums begin to beat a rhythmic flow of, “thump, thump, thump.” You find this sound soothing and your body u*********sly begins to sway to the monotone rhythm.
The two young girls who attended you this evening appear at your side. You are shocked to see that they are naked, wearing only a small covering over their cunny. You have never seen a naked women’s body, except your own, and you are surprised with the beauty in the nearly perfectly formed, although small, breasts, and the firm figures of both girls. You find yourself aroused by these young forms.
“Stand,” orders a voice, although you cannot for sure tell from where. The girls take one arm each and help you to your feet. You look to them for answers, but their faces have no expression. They look straightforward at the group surrounding them.
“What do you want!” you scream again. There is no response to your outburst and that really scares you.
For long moments, you stand there, as if on display, being examined. Then one of the cloaked figures approaches you, slowly, one-step at a time. He walks directly toward you, and, as he gets near, a very large knife appears in his right hand. It has a white handle, and a very sharp looking tip. You gasp.
“What are you going to do?” you ask almost in a whisper. There is no answer, and you find your arms held by two new figures, very large bald young men, with equally expressionless faces, the girls seemingly having vanished. The knife approaches your throat, and the point of the knife pushes ever so slightly into your skin.
“Stand perfectly still,” says the voice. You feel as if you are in a dream, and know you have no choice.
The knife moves from the throat to the top of your dress, sharpened side down, as the other hand takes hold of the dress’ material. You see the knife beginning to cut through the material. You give the man a quizzical look and then realize he is cutting off your dress. Down, slowly, until the knife cuts the dress open all the way down.
You are turned and you feel the procedure repeated in the back. The dress hangs by your bound arms. You find yourself fully exposed to the strangers. He next moves to your right side carving the material away. The right side of your dress falls to the floor. This procedure repeats on the left side.
You stand naked before this group; never before have you experienced such humiliation. You are embarrassed and humiliated beyond memory, but also strangely aroused. You know you should be fighting these feelings of arousal, but cannot.
“Turn,” is the command, and the girls suddenly reappear and pull your arms, helping you perform a slow 360-degree turn. The feeling of complete humiliation consumes you while your body is wantonly displayed.
Next, the chain leads you to the alter-looking table. “Get on,” is the order and you find a step stool at your feet to assist your climb. As you begin to climb on the table, you feel a very sharp crack to you backside. “Ouch!” you yell looking back, only to receive another, even harder crack. “Quiet wench!” is the command, and you quickly scramble to get on the table and avoid another crack.
“Lay on your back,” and without hesitation you turn over. You are lying on a soft velvet cloth and it feels good against your skin. The room temperature seems to have warmed, and you are no longer chilly.
The young girls move to your head, moving your arms over your head. You feel soft fur placed over your wrists. When you look up, you see the fur surrounded by leather, with a steel ring attached to the side. They lay your arms out, stretched over you head, and attach a silver chain clasp to each hook. The girls bend down and attach the other end of the chain to the alter.
You are transfixed. You try to move your arms, but only succeed in pulling your body upward a few inches; the arms will not move. As your body inches forward, you feel a sharp crack again across your bare breasts. “Do not move!” is the command, and you freeze yet again. The sharp pain across the top of your breasts turns to a gentle feeling of contentment. You continue to be thoroughly confused at how pain and discomfort turns to warmth and contentment.
While lying there in the aftermath of the cane slap across your breasts, you had not realized that the girls placed fur-lined cuffs on your ankles and knees. A chain runs from each restraint and secured to alter corners. You find this makes you immobile. The knee cuffs are then tied making the area between your legs completely exposed.
The soft monotonous rhythm of the drum continues.
You look up and see the 24-cloaked figures gathered around you. The girls reappear, and you see one has a container. Each girl stands at one side and the jar is placed on the alter top between your legs. They both take some of the material from the jar and softly spread the lotion like materials over your body. “No, I don’t…” is all the more you get out, before a thunderous “Crack” breaks the air, and you feel a deep burning in your breasts. You look down to see large red welts forming above your nipples.
“You will remain silent,” says the voice. You are terrified. The pain is going through your entire body. Yet, you find the attention of the girls inviting, and you relax and begin to enjoy it. “God, what is becoming of me,” you think.
When the nubile girls finish lotioning your body, you feel one of the girl’s soft hand running along the inside of your thigh, approaching your most intimate place, while looking into your eyes. She smiles, and moves her finger just inside your parting lips. The electric shock you feel from her touch jolts you. Her motions are very slow and very gentle. You have never been touched there, ever, not even by yourself, for the Priest says it is wrong, and Mother warned you of those sins.
She moves her finger to the top of your private place. When she touches your sensitive bud, your body violently reacts and rocks number rocks to the core. Huge waves of pleasure swarm your entire body. You are helpless, but want not to resist.
Suddenly, she stops her touches. You look at her quizzically wanting more. The girls leave your side and you find yourself alone, surrounded by 24-cloaked figures. What is to happen to you?
The pace of the drum quickens as the cloaked figures come closer to the altar. You think you could cut the tension with a knife, but then remember the horror of having your clothes removed at knifepoint. You do not want to think about knives any further.
Suddenly, the drumbeat stops, replaced by a deafening silence.
One of the cloaked figures approaches and stands at the foot of the alter. You see him looking down your naked body and realize that he sees every part of you exposed. He takes in the view of your so-called feminine charms, that your Mother instructed you to keep hidden. You find yourself getting wet again between your legs.
He takes his hand, not gloved, and unhooks his cloak, throwing back the hood. The cloak drops to the floor. You see at a man, about 25 you would guess, strong, muscular. He has black hair and deep set black eyes. His skin is a milky white, giving his eyes a very powerful look. You look down his hairy and muscular chest, and see his…. Oh, my God…. What is it called … a penis? What did the girls call it… a cock? It was huge. It had to be 10 inches, and it was erect and very hard.
The man uses a step to climb on the alter table, between your open legs. He is on all fours, above you, eyes inches from yours. His stiff erection enter your intimacy, and you feel its head slip past your inner lips. It is a joyous feeling… you begin to moan… your Mother was wrong… this is wonderful.
The man is gentle with you, knowing this is your first time. He slides himself inside you slowly. Your maiden hood interrupts his journey. He presses against it gently but consistently.
Suddenly you feel the man thrust hard as he breaks through your virginity. You stifle a scream, as you do not want another cane thrashing. The pain and burning is intense and the man stops his progress waiting for you to adjust. After a few patient moments, all of his erection slips inside of you. It is the most wonderful feeling in the world, more than anything you could have expected.
He begins to thrust himself in and out of you, and the waves of pleasure returns, greater now than ever. The pain persists but becomes dim in the wash of the pleasure.
Then he bends down, and begins to kiss your neck. Suddenly, you feel a sharp bite. The pain quickly subsides, and it feels his mouth attached to your neck. You have never felt anything like this before. Then he bites harder, and you are sure his teeth are inside you.
There is a strange, but comforting sensation, as if he is sucking something from you. This new sensation, mixed with the feeling of his cock moving inside of you, causes a tremendous eruption inside your body and you shudder with waves upon waves of the most wonderful feeling that you have ever had.
The man continues to stroke and suck as the pleasure returns. Suddenly, the waves flood you again, and again and again. Almost non-stop, you feel your body being heaved with such wonderful pleasure that you never want it to stop.
Then you do want it to stop, thinking you cannot stand another, but it continues and continues.
His strokes become longer and faster and his body pounds against your pubis. Faster and harder the man uses your body until he beings to shudder, driving himself deep inside your warm moist body and you feel his cock pulse inside, over and over and over again. It seems forever that he is having his orgasm, and you can feel his hot liquid invade your deep intimacy.
He stops all motion and lies there. Then he removes his mouth from your neck, and you can feel two teeth pull from the skin.
He removes his cock from inside of you, leaves the alter table, re-donning his cloak and hood.
“You have done well, wench,” the Man says in his deep voice. “Please the others as well”. While you can hear the Man, you have no idea where he is.
With that, you see the other 23-cloaked figures approach you. One by one, they remove their cloaks and take you for their pleasure. Repeatedly you feel waves of pleasure to where you are sure you will pass out from the pleasure. This cannot continue, but it does. As each man finishes, he leaves seed deep inside you.
One figure appears at your head and places his cock inside your mouth, and all resistance is gone and you eagerly take it, sucking it until he finishes in your mouth.
At one point, you feel the ankle and knee restraints removed and your feet placed over your head. You feel one of the figures place some lotions on your arse, then his cock slides into it. You cannot believe this is happening, but find pleasure in everything.
Finally, the cloaked men all leave and you are alone. Breathing heavily and feeling very sore from all this activity, your mind is like a spinning wheel.
The two girls again appear at your side and secure your chains.
A very large a****l appears at your feet. It might be a dog or wolf but you do not think so. You do not recognize the species. Regardless of what the a****l is, it looks very large and very menacing.
The b**st bounds up between your legs and you fill with horror, afraid you must submit to this a****l too. The a****l looks you in the eye, a knowing look, a chilling look. It is the look of lust.
“Stop,” you hear the Man command, and the a****l jumps off. “Not today.” The a****l lies down in a corner of the Hall. Relief floods your body, making you feel limp, if you could possibly feel more limp or exhausted.
The girls return yet again. The blonde girl crawls up between your legs on hands and knees while the young brunette gently strokes your face, hair and breasts. The blonde’s mouth moves down between your legs and you can hear the slurping sound as she takes the seed left by the 24 men.
At a different moment, you would have died thousand deaths at the thought of anyone’s mouth being “There.” Not tonight, however, as you readily accept this most erotic experience. Your arousal continues, especially when her tongue flicks your bud, swollen and sensitive.
After a moment, she jumps back to the floor and moves to your head while the other the girl takes her place between your legs. The brunette girl repeats the procedure as the blonde caresses you, bending down to kiss you. You taste the salty remains of the evening’s adventure and find it very pleasant and arousing.
Then the Man appears and, as he motions his arm across his body, all of your restraints fall off. The girls quickly disappear. You lay transfixed, having been used in every possible manner by 24 men you did not know, over and over again. Nevertheless, through the pain and soreness is a feeling of exhilaration and joy, the wonderful joy!
He reaches out his hand, no longer gloved. You take his hand and sit up. You feel your neck, and can feel puncture marks. You look into his eyes.
“You are mine now, mine for my pleasure. You are my slave, little one,” he continues, “And you will find pleasure in this.”
You nod your head. “Yes,” you softly respond, without even thinking.
“Who are you?” you ask.
“You may call me Master,” says the figure.
Master helps you up to your feet. The girls appear at each side holding a silk robe. They help you don the robe and then offer you a pair of fur-lined slippers, which you slip onto your feet. The silk is luxurious on your skin, and the fur on your feet feels warm and relaxing. You have never had things this nice, even with the affluence of Father.
The girls bow to you in a sign of reference and respect. You return their bow with a smile, and are rewarded smiles and adoration in return.
Master takes your hand and, as you leave the hall, you have forgotten everything and everyone you knew before tonight. Filled with joy at being here, you cannot wait for what it to come next.
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