Kidnapped Captive Suffering Under The Torment Of Her Sadistic Master
Bad Penny.
She stood immobile as she had stood for the past three days, afraid to sleep in case she stumbled and the rusting metal collar by which she was secured by way of a short chain from the cellar's vaulted ceiling should serve to snap her neck.
She still wore her yellow party dress, and her black bomber jacket, even her high heels, only her pretty pink panties lay on the soiled stone floor where she had taken them down to answer a call of nature and she hadn't been able to pick them up again.
Her fingers scrabbled at the constricting metal band with it's heavy padlock for the thousandth time or so it seemed but there was no escape she had even tried holding it in her hands so it took all her weight to try to dislodge the whole fiendish device from the ceiling but with no success so she stared around at her prison once again.
A low wattage lamp bathed the whole cellar in its strange glow, the room was some twenty feet square, the door was apparently of oak while the cellar was made neatly fashioned blocks of stone eighteen inches or so square, even the floor while the vaulted ceiling was in smaller but otherwise similar stone, a metal filing cabinet, a tap with a hose reel and a strange saw horse were the only items of interest in her prison, where green mould grew in the gaps between the stone blocks and everything smelled of disinfectant.
It was damp and humid, damp from his regular visits with mop and bucket to clean away what nature compelled her to drop on the floor beneath her, and warm and humid, not uncomfortably hot but enough for the perspiration to leave her hair matted and her clothes cling to her uncomfortably.
The door opened with a menacing creak, "Ah Penny my dear, how are you?" he said, "The Master" as he liked to be known as he strode in wearing an immaculate dark suit with a white shirt and his old school tie, earlier it had been a boiler suit, before that when he brought her here, he wore something different,she struggled to remember, but the drink and the designer drug made everything a blur.
"Wothen" she said through her her improvised fabric gag, scarf held by a leather belt secured with a padlock
"Rotten, what my dear?" he asked.
"Wothen Masther," she replied.
"Good girl, rotten Master, that's really rather good." he said.
She stared at him, "Would you like some support my dear?" he asked as he approached, "You refused my offer yesterday but I fear fatigue is eating away at your resolve."
She turned, and looked across the room to the saw horse which he was now standing by, at least she thought of it as a saw horse, instead of the smooth surface for sawing logs there was a large hole and beside it a huge dildo was fixed prominently, vertically, menacingly.
"Who wand me to sit on tha?" she asked, "Masther?"
"Yes, it will take the strain from you legs," he offered, "Penny," he said, "Do you like your gag?"
"Nome Masther," she replied.
"Oh you should have said," he suggested and he deftly undid the lock allowing both belt and fabric to flutter to the floor, "Is that better?"
"Yes Master." she replied.
"Good girl, good girl," he praised her, "Now how about I arrange a seat for you,"
"Oh my god," she wailed.
"No, not God, call me Master," he chuckled, "But how much longer can you carry on, Penny, really?"
"My legs, Master, I can't feel my legs," she pleaded.
"No, it won't be long but it's so silly when there's a seat waiting for you, what do you say?" he asked,
She shook her head sadly.
"Such a shame, do you know if only you tried it I would bet that you would like it so much that you would be begging me to let you use it within a week, but sadly I have an engagement," he explained, "It will be tomorrow before I return, can you hold out that long?"
"No Master." she agreed, her face betraying her despair, "I would like the seat please master."
"Excellent choice my dear truly excellent," he replied and he began to wheel the saw horse closer, "It really is a lovely experience or so I am told" he informed her as he pushed it towards her guiding the blunt end between her legs as she stained to stand on tip toe as the polished wood bar slipped under her crotch with the tiniest of clearance and finally stopped with the dildo pushing her yellow party dress against her pubic hair.
He pushed the saw horse further so the unyielding dildo was directly beneath the ceiling hook, she stumbled but the firm wood of the saw horse saved her from falling.
"Now just raise yourself up," he suggested, "Put your feet on the foot block and rise up and then sink down."
Penny placed her elegant high heeled shoe on the block and levered herself up, "You should really make yourself ready," He suggested as she raised herself and as far as he could see past her short dress THE END
She stood immobile as she had stood for the past three days, afraid to sleep in case she stumbled and the rusting metal collar by which she was secured by way of a short chain from the cellar's vaulted ceiling should serve to snap her neck.
She still wore her yellow party dress, and her black bomber jacket, even her high heels, only her pretty pink panties lay on the soiled stone floor where she had taken them down to answer a call of nature and she hadn't been able to pick them up again.
Her fingers scrabbled at the constricting metal band with it's heavy padlock for the thousandth time or so it seemed but there was no escape she had even tried holding it in her hands so it took all her weight to try to dislodge the whole fiendish device from the ceiling but with no success so she stared around at her prison once again.
A low wattage lamp bathed the whole cellar in its strange glow, the room was some twenty feet square, the door was apparently of oak while the cellar was made neatly fashioned blocks of stone eighteen inches or so square, even the floor while the vaulted ceiling was in smaller but otherwise similar stone, a metal filing cabinet, a tap with a hose reel and a strange saw horse were the only items of interest in her prison, where green mould grew in the gaps between the stone blocks and everything smelled of disinfectant.
It was damp and humid, damp from his regular visits with mop and bucket to clean away what nature compelled her to drop on the floor beneath her, and warm and humid, not uncomfortably hot but enough for the perspiration to leave her hair matted and her clothes cling to her uncomfortably.
The door opened with a menacing creak, "Ah Penny my dear, how are you?" he said, "The Master" as he liked to be known as he strode in wearing an immaculate dark suit with a white shirt and his old school tie, earlier it had been a boiler suit, before that when he brought her here, he wore something different,she struggled to remember, but the drink and the designer drug made everything a blur.
"Wothen" she said through her her improvised fabric gag, scarf held by a leather belt secured with a padlock
"Rotten, what my dear?" he asked.
"Wothen Masther," she replied.
"Good girl, rotten Master, that's really rather good." he said.
She stared at him, "Would you like some support my dear?" he asked as he approached, "You refused my offer yesterday but I fear fatigue is eating away at your resolve."
She turned, and looked across the room to the saw horse which he was now standing by, at least she thought of it as a saw horse, instead of the smooth surface for sawing logs there was a large hole and beside it a huge dildo was fixed prominently, vertically, menacingly.
"Who wand me to sit on tha?" she asked, "Masther?"
"Yes, it will take the strain from you legs," he offered, "Penny," he said, "Do you like your gag?"
"Nome Masther," she replied.
"Oh you should have said," he suggested and he deftly undid the lock allowing both belt and fabric to flutter to the floor, "Is that better?"
"Yes Master." she replied.
"Good girl, good girl," he praised her, "Now how about I arrange a seat for you,"
"Oh my god," she wailed.
"No, not God, call me Master," he chuckled, "But how much longer can you carry on, Penny, really?"
"My legs, Master, I can't feel my legs," she pleaded.
"No, it won't be long but it's so silly when there's a seat waiting for you, what do you say?" he asked,
She shook her head sadly.
"Such a shame, do you know if only you tried it I would bet that you would like it so much that you would be begging me to let you use it within a week, but sadly I have an engagement," he explained, "It will be tomorrow before I return, can you hold out that long?"
"No Master." she agreed, her face betraying her despair, "I would like the seat please master."
"Excellent choice my dear truly excellent," he replied and he began to wheel the saw horse closer, "It really is a lovely experience or so I am told" he informed her as he pushed it towards her guiding the blunt end between her legs as she stained to stand on tip toe as the polished wood bar slipped under her crotch with the tiniest of clearance and finally stopped with the dildo pushing her yellow party dress against her pubic hair.
He pushed the saw horse further so the unyielding dildo was directly beneath the ceiling hook, she stumbled but the firm wood of the saw horse saved her from falling.
"Now just raise yourself up," he suggested, "Put your feet on the foot block and rise up and then sink down."
Penny placed her elegant high heeled shoe on the block and levered herself up, "You should really make yourself ready," He suggested as she raised herself and as far as he could see past her short dress THE END
