"Yes, oh yes, please." Rebecca moaned as she squirmed beneath Brian's strong body. Her sensitive nipples scraped through his chest hair as she pushed herself up against him. She saw his soft brown eyes looking down at her, twinkling in amusement at her frustration. His cock filled her pussy and she writhed and whimpered as she tried to encourage him to fuck her.
"Please don't tease me, please. I can't take it anymore." She moaned as she tugged at her wrists, pinned above her head in his strong grip. She struggled, desperate to break free and wrap her arms around his broad shoulders, to dig her fingers into his strong back.
"Ssshhhhhhh, be patient." He whispered into her ear, his hot breath tickling her neck.
"No, no, I can't wait. Fuck me, oh please fuck me." She groaned as she thrust her hips up, hoping to push his cock deeper inside her. A sharp pain in her wrist jolted her awake and she wailed in frustration.
"No, no, fuck no." she moaned clenching her fists as she fell out of her dream and back into the reality of her situation.
"Ggrrraaaahhhhhhhh!!!!" she roared into the darkness. She was alone, in a cold dark room with her hands cuffed to the wall above her and a vibrator throbbing slowly in her burning pussy.
"No, no, no! I won't play their fucking games anymore!" she growled, struggling to catch the cord of the vibrator with her foot. She got it between her toes and tugged it free of her body, kicking it to the floor where it continued to hum, uncaring of her situation. She gasped in relief as the dull throbbing that had tormented her for so long finally disappeared.
Unfortunately in her struggles, her thin coarse blanked had slipped off of her body and was halfway off the bed. She tried to pull it up with her legs but only managed to have the rest of it slide away. She lay on the thin mattress, shivering in the cold damp air as she started to cry.
"No, no, no." she sobbed, twisting in her shackles unable to do anything but curl into a ball and shake in the darkness.
She woke as the light came on, the rest of her night had been a cold and humiliating struggle to sleep. She sharp smell of urine filled her nose, she had soiled herself, unable to reach her toilet due to the shackles that secured her to the wall. She blinked at the hazy outline she saw in the doorway to her cell.
Misha looked down at her, her eyes filled with understanding and pity. "I am sorry, but I will have to tell Mistress Olga what you have done. You will be punished."
A short time later she was standing in the torture room looking at the familiar table of punishment implements and the large X frame. She was naked and a guard held her by the arm with her wrists bound behind her back. Misha was there, waiting meekly in the corner in her maid's uniform. The click of heels on stone announced Mistress Olga's arrival.
"I hear that our guest has been naughty, breaking the rules of our hospitality. Is that correct Misha?" and Rebecca's nose twitched at the smell of food that followed her into the room. Despite the situation her stomach growled, she had not eaten since she arrived two days ago.
"Yes Mistress, she removed her vibrator last night." Misha replied quietly, eyes downcast.
"And I am sure that you told her she was not to do that. She was to keep it her filthy cunt in and would be punished if she failed to do so." Olga asked, glancing hungrily at Rebecca.
"Yeah, she told me." Rebecca snapped back. "I'm sick of your fucking games and your perverted little hobbies. I'm not going to play anymore bitch."
Olga smiled, and Rebecca couldn't help but tense at the gleam that came to the tall woman's eyes. "It is about time. I was thinking you were going to break without letting me play anymore." She gestured to the guard. "Hang her from the ceiling, upside down."
Rebecca struggled but she was too small and weakened to put up more than a token resistance to the strong hands that pushed her to the ground. Thick leather cuffs were fastened to her ankles and a wooden bar spread her legs wide. A hook connected to a ring in the bar and she was hauled up until she hung upside down, slowly spinning in the harsh light.
Olga wrinkled her nose. "This stupid slut has pissed herself, clean her up." Olga settled herself in her chair as Misha stepped forward. The maid took a bowl and sponge off of a cart and began to wash Rebecca's body with chillingly cold water. Rebecca gritted her teeth, refusing to show weakness as the damp cloth ran over her until her skin was pimpled with goose flesh.
"Shall I shave her mistress?" Misha asked.
"No, but plug her and bring in my tray then you can go. Attend to your master until I send for you." Misha nodded and Rebecca winced as the familiar vibrator was worked into her dry and aching pussy. She stepped out and returned and set down a plate of bacon and eggs with a thick slice of dark bread and steaming coffee on the table next to Olga's chair. She turned to leave, casting a pitying glance at Rebecca as she did.
"Apologies, I have not yet had breakfast. I hope you don't mind if I eat before we get to work." Olga asked politely while she cut into her meal.
Rebecca slowly spun, trying to ignore the smells of the food and the sounds of chewing that made her stomach growl and mouth water. She tried to focus the feeling of pressure as the blood rushed to her head, a headache slowly starting to throb behind her eyes. As the pain increased, the steady hum of the vibrator began to do its work and she felt herself starting to get aroused despite her discomfort. How could her body be so fucked up, responding like this ignorant of her situation.
Olga dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and Rebecca groaned as she left at least half of her meal on her plate. Her gaze reluctantly moved from the delicious smelling food to follow the woman as she walked slowly around the room, her fingers idly tracing a line around the suspended girl's waist.
"You refuse to accept your situation, to obey simple rules. You are quite helpless here, no one knows where you are or cares that you are missing. I am free to do whatever it takes to break you and quite enjoy the opportunity." Olga said idly. "Mr. Kaprikov so rarely lets me exercise my talents and the girls here have already been brought to heel enough that there is little correction needed." She took a handful of Rebecca's hair and pulled her head forcing her to look up at the woman who towered over her. "Thank you for your defiance." She said with a smile.
Rebecca tried to spit at her, but the glob of spittle simply fell back on her face. Olga laughed as she moved over to the table of instruments, pulling on a pair of leather gloves and considering her selection. "I think we will start with the feet today." She muttered to herself as she picked up a leather crop and swished it through the air.
"Fuck you." Rebecca snarled but she couldn't conceal the fear in her voice as she struggled to follow the movement of the woman as Olga stepped behind her.
"Aaaaahhhhh" she yelled when the crop descended with a smack on her bare sole.
"The beautiful part about beating someone's feet is they still have to use them when you are finished, unless they crawl around like a dog. Are you a dog my dear?"
"You're the only bitch here." Rebecca snapped back then wailed again when Olga struck her other foot. Back and forth the woman beat the soles of the helpless girl's feet which were conveniently at chest height for her. Rebecca twisted futilely, the spreader bar preventing her from escaping the beating.
Olga stepped back, tapping the crop against her hand as she looked down at her victim. A smile tugged at her lips and she moved over to the wall where the power switch for the vibrator in Rebecca's cunt was. "Did you like that?" she asked, "If not, perhaps you will like this." Rebecca twitched as she slid the switch up a notch and the vibrator increased it tempo from a slow throb to a steady low buzz.
Rebecca grit her teeth, refusing to give any indication as to the effect of the device on her but she couldn't decide if the stiffening of her nipples was due to the cold air or the moisture in her pussy. She tried to focus on the pain in her feet and head. 'No, don't give in to their sadistic little games.' She told herself.
She was so intent on ignoring the sensation in her crotch that she screamed in pain as the clamp attached to her nipple. Her eyes flew open and she saw Olga working the spring of another. She tried to twist away but the woman simply grabbed her by the tit and dug her fingers in hard. "No, no my little sparrow. Remember, there is nothing you can do." She said conversationally as the clamp closed on Rebecca's other nipple.
"Nnngggghhhhhh" she groaned through gritted teeth. The sound of metal clicking made her open her eyes and she saw Olga swinging some small lead weights attached to short chains. Rebecca closed her eyes again then flinched as the weights were attached to the clamps, each oscillation bringing new bursts of pain as they tugged at her sensitive flesh. To add insult to injury, the chains were just long enough that the weights bumped against her face almost comedically.
"You seem to like this, seeing how much pain you can stand. Olga is right, isn't she?"
Rebecca ignored the taunt, closing her eyes and trying to steady her breathing. She struggled to remain stoic as Olga again increased the power to the vibrator, sending a new wave of pleasure to accompany the intermittent sparks of pain she felt.
"You have a very nice ass, well muscled and taught. You must exercise right?" She heard Olga ask, then howled as pain exploded from her ass cheeks. Olga had picked up a leather wrapped paddle and was swinging it with long sweeping arcs, the meaty smack echoing in the bare room.
Smack, thwack, smack. Rebecca gave up all pretense of stoicism and wailed in pain as the blows sent the weights attached to her tits swinging wildly. Her bound hands reached up desperately to try to cover her behind but she didn't have the strength and fell back sobbing great racking sobs.
"Please, please stop. No more, please no more." She gasped, almost drowning in the snot that oozed out of her nose and up her suspended face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
