Chapter Two. The disciplining.
Nila felt the sting of the riding crop against her breasts. With her hand tied above her, she couldn't move. She was suspended from a strong hook in the ceiling and had to remain on tiptoes to keep her balance. Mr Simons whipped her again, this time more firmly, with his favourite instrument as he walked around her. Another swish through the air, and another stroke on her pert buttocks. Nila forced herself not to yelp, as Mr Simonss had forbidden any screaming but that wasn't the only assault her body had to manage. A large silver bejewelled butt plug had been inserted in her anus, and a large vibrating dildo had also slipped into her pussy and she had to keep her internal muscles tight to keep the plastic sex toy in place. She had been dangling so for over thirty minutes.
And it had been terrible and also incredible.
Mr Simonss was naked, his prick at attention and he circled Nila, striking at her body leaving red precise welts on her coffee skin. Then, as usual, he could no longer stand it and set down the crop and reached up and unclipped the bolt on the chain that suspended her. Nila, now free from the chain, collapsed to the floor on her hands and knees and tensed. She knew from Mr Simonss' weekly debauches, that he would take her from behind now.
Then he did.
Nila was steadied and he withdrew the vibrator, freeing her pussy with a loud squelch and then penetrated her forcefully. He kept the anal plug inside her and Nila shook from the double penetration and pushed her hands to the floor and gritted her teeth and made no sound. His pounding was powerful. He tensed himself, his legs spread, and squatted behind her buttocks. The pace was frantic, his thrusts rhythmic and strong and very deep inside her cunt. Soon, despite the whipping and the strain of being tied, her body responded, and she felt the familiar, electric build-up of her orgasm. He was a slender man, very toned with not a gram of fat on his body.
Mr Simonss was a man of discipline and expected Nila to follow suit. He had a rigid exercise regime, and Nila joined him daily. Her own body had lost any surplus fat, and she was in the best shape of her life. Their meals were balanced, and nutritious and sent fresh every day to his apartment. The bondage had begun almost immediately, once he had fucked her hard on the sofa, on her first day, he had taken her to a spare room, which had been decked out with a bench, a wooden cross and an array of riding crops, sex toys and finally a collar. He had placed the collar on her, that afternoon and she wore it still. When he took her out, she wore the simple tunic of white and enjoyed showing her off to his business friends, who also had their indentured women or men, but unlike the former Master, he would not share her. He had fucked her like this for nearly two months, tying her to the bench or cross, chastising her body first then fucking her cunt and occasionally her asshole. Nila had quickly gotten used to his demands.
She missed her former master, despite the gang bangs she had to endure. The whipping marked her body but was now scarring her mind too. Alarmingly, she began to crave his attentions. She needed to feel more, more of the crop and more of him.
What was happening to her?
Her first moment of clarity was found unexpectedly in the winter of 2027, when upon arriving home Nila was surprised to find another 'serving girl' being led in on a long chain carrying a hanger with a kind of serving maid outfit.
"This is Amelia, she is on loan from Human Resources. These are your new clothes. Strip, please." The instruction was blunt, but Nila pulled away her tunic obediently and both women dressed in the rudely revealing outfit. It was a black and white frilly French maid outfit, but no front or back. Nila's breasts protruded easily, and her ass was uncovered. It was clear that Mr Simonss had something special in mind.
The trio went to the second bedroom, the room with the benches, the trashing cross and of course his sex toys. Nila knew the way as every day, he instructed her to clean the benches and the sex toys ready for his use that evening. Nila knew the toys well, and the riding crop even better. Now Amelia would know that too, wouldn't she?
Mr Simonss pointed to the bench, "Nila, climb on and allow Amelia to tie you in place." Nila's ears pricked up at that, but submissively Nila's ears pricked up at that, but submissively climbed on the bench and allowed her wrists to be cuffed with Velcro fastenings, and then her ankles, with her legs spread apart.
Nila looked over her shoulder as Amelia was handed a riding crop and Nila swallowed hard.
Amelia wasn't going to feel the crop, she was here to wield it!
Nila relaxed her buttocks, as tensing would yield greater pain. Amelia, dressed as she was walked round to face Nila. Amelia's pussy was level with Nila's face, then bent herself over and shuffled her backside into Nila's face.
"Lick me, you little whore or I will double your punishment!" Amelia was an imported dominant to school her and discipline her for her master. Nila had no choice, and so began to lick the musky cunt lips of the woman. Nila had heard of some serving girls being given specialist training to discipline the other indentured servants, such as her.
Now she would have to endure severe disciplining.