Father Gunther smiled and turned the vibrator off, setting it on the table.
"Let us get you ready then," he said. "And get you out of those clothes."
He came over to Eden, taking the back of her chair and pulled her rearward. When she looked to either side she noticed something. Gunther or his agents had been busy.
There were two thick poles now anchored to the floor. One to either side about three feet apart. Their ends were attached to broad six inch plates, now bolted firmly into the concrete of her basement's floor. Eden looked up and saw they were also firmly attached to the ceiling joists. Large one inch bolts drilled through the thick wood. She leaned her head further back and noticed there was a like sized pole across the two horizontally, about three feet above her head.
Gunther squatted behind her and Eden felt him work at her left hand. There was movement, then it was free from what held it to the chair. She'd been expecting this first opening, and gave a hard twist, putting the entire strength she had into breaking free.
There's a thing about the fabled vampire strength. It can only do so much.
A vampire is about three times as strong as a comparable human. Eden, a woman of five foot four, and let's be honest, not a muscle bound gym babe but curvy with a pound or two on her frame, definitely had her limits. Especially when she was still tied tight on the other three limbs.
Add to it Gunther's strength.
Were's were strong as well. Easily matching a vampire's advantage over humans, and truthfully were usually stronger. Vampires were creatures of lust and sex, weres were beasts of violence and chaos. A vampire's advantage was alway that they retained their intelligence when they fought. Were's when pushed, became such mindless beasts.
In the end, Eden was just a small woman, and Gunther, a large, strong and physical man. He easily pulled her arm upward and bound it to the bar with a large clip. Her sleeves had been unbuttoned and her wrists now had some sort of shackle on them. He did the same with her other arm. She tried to fight him then too, for all the good it did.
Eden was getting worried.
He leaned down, and his voice rustled the hair around her ear.
"I'm going to raise you now," he said.
Damned, why does just his voice turn her on so much, Eden wondered?
Gunther went to her left side. There was a handle on the crossbar, where it meet the uprights. He grabbed it and gave it a turn. Eden felt her arms rise a couple of inches. He smiled and began turning the handle in earnest.
Her hands rose and she was forced upward.
Very worried! Things were getting so out of Eden's control, and honestly, she didn't see any way to stop it.
Her masochistic fantasies were become so, so real.
Gunther kept cranking until he had her three quarters standing. Though because her arms and shoulders were level with the back of the chair and her legs were still a foot or two forward, tied to the chair legs, Eden was forced to arch backwards uncomfortably.
She gave a small moan. He stopped then, and came around behind the chair.
Eden felt his fingers around her waist. It was almost erotic the way they slide down her sides. He held her firmly for a moment or two.
"I'm going to pull the chair back," he said.
He gave a sharp jerk and Eden found herself suddenly counter balanced. Where she had been leaning back, she now was leaning forward. She was forced onto her toes and the chair, her legs were still tied to, was off the ground and on to it's front two legs, the back leaning against her butt. She hung from the bar by her wrists.
Either he or one of his assistants had removed her boots while she was unconscious. They lay over in one corner. She still had on her socks, a good thick pair, so she wasn't bothered by the chill on the concrete but it didn't give her much in the way of traction. Eden wiggled her toes, trying for purchase, but too no avail.
She felt the priest, his hands on her lower back, then lower, roaming across her butt. Her leather pants were tight and no doubt, he enjoyed the feel.
Eden groaned again, the strain on her wrists was heavy.
"My don't you look so good," he whispered. "Tied up, waiting for the whip."
Gunther moved to side and again, grabbing the crank turned it several times, raising her off the floor until she was standing straight.
He again went over behind her back. She felt his hands on her left leg, getting it loose from the chair. This was her second opportunity. She gave a kick and for a moment broke free of his grasp. She squirmed and tried to turn, hampered by her other leg still tied to the chair.
Tried to strike! Tried to kick!
He hit her hard in her lower back. It was a classic kidneys punch, and one that shot pain up her back. Eden groaned and pivoted, her hands tied above her head. The chair fell over and she got a little purchase with her knee. She lashed out with her leg again and felt it connect, hitting him but not with much force.
He punched her hard, in the lower back again.
Fuck that hurt!
She moaned, swinging from her arms.
He hit her twice more!
It took a couple of minutes for the stars to fade from Eden's eyes.
When she got a hold of herself, she could feel his hand, twisted in her long red hair. He gave it a hard twist, pulling her scalp and twisting her head to one side.
"I own you bitch," he growled.
He let go of her hair and knelt. As she gasped for breath, he tied her left leg off to the vertical pole. It took him no time to do the same to the other leg, tossing the chair across the floor with a vicious throw. Eden was now tied tight and standing spread, waiting for his worst.
"We will begin in earnest then," Father Gunther said, breathing forcefully.
Glaring at her, he lifted the wicked knife from the table.
"Your clothing, first..."
He walked around the table and stood before her.
"I'll tell you a secret," he said. "One professional to another."
Laying the knife against the first button of her blouse that was buttoned, he flicked the knife and cut it off.
"Men," he said, "Are best stripped by force."
He cut the second button off.
"It's more humiliating for them that way."
He cut the third button off.
"Woman," he said. "For them, it's better to make them remove their own clothing, while we watch..."
He cut the fourth and final button off her blouse. It flapped open, exposing her blue bra.
"It's a shame we can't do that with you."
He slipped a finger into the strap of her bra between her breasts, pulling her forward. She thought he was going to cut it too, but instead he laid the tip of the knife against her chest an inch or so below her cleavage. Gunther pressed the knife against her skin until it cut, oh so shallow. Blood, bright red weld up around the shiny steel.
"There's a lot of pride in you." He slowly slide the knife down her body, cutting her. "Pride that needs to be gotten rid of."
