Gemma's, "But don't learn too fast slavegirl. We enjoy punishing uncooperative slaves and I can think of lots of things I'd like to do to you," and her eyes gleamed with a cold menace that struck terror into Gemma's heart.
"Things like this," the brunette hissed and Gemma's eyes bulged as the woman's slim fingers, each tipped by long, sharp, crimson-tipped nails, darted forward and captured Gemma's nipples.
Bound far too tightly to be able to draw back or evade the woman's grip, Gemma gasped as the fingers squeezed her sensitive buds and instant arousal shot through her breasts. Then, she froze arousal changing to sheer terror as the red talons hooked like claws, their sharp points dimpling the tender flesh at the bases of Gemma's nipples and sending tiny flashes of pain into her body.
The woman chuckled, "See, there are lots of ways to punish a slave," and Gemma whimpered into her gag, her eyes fixed beseechingly on the brunette's face.
The hands dropped and Gemma slumped, her brain numbed with terror and despair as she realised that she would be given no option but to do exactly as she was told. Unless she was prepared to defy them and suffer the consequences of the punishments that they were not only able, but seemingly more than willing to inflict on her!
A cold dread began to fill her body, for Gemma knew that she did not have the courage to defy them. The ease with which the woman had first aroused her and then demonstrated just how childishly simple it would be to punish and torment her, unnerved the blonde completely and Gemma felt her will to resist beginning to crumble and seep away as the hopelessness of her position sank into her brain.
She shook her head in disbelief, refusing to accept the evidence of her own eyes as the man strolled casually from the room, only to return seconds later with a coiled black leather strap in his right hand.
He spoke for the first time, "This is called a Devil's Palm, slavegirl," he said calmly, unrolling the strap to reveal five broad, flat fingers of leather braided into a thick handle, "And this is what it does."
Before Gemma could even begin to anticipate the action his right hand rose and then fell with a wristy flick.
The sharp "Splaat" of leather impacting on the exposed and tender flesh of Gemma's inner left thigh was followed by a split second of absolute silence. A silence broken by a high, breathy squeal of pained anguish from behind Gemma's mouth-filling gag as an angry red patch bloomed in her smooth skin where the sudden blow had landed.
Tears of shock and pain filled her brown eyes and her slim muscles corded vainly as Gemma fought against her bonds, but they were far too strong and held her easily despite her frantic efforts.
Strong fingers gripped her jaw and she winced as she was forced to look up, into the determined face of her assailant, "Disobedience will not be tolerated, slave," he hissed coldly, "You have been warned," and he moved away to join his companions.
Devastated, her thigh burning with a stinging fire, Gemma whimpered piteously, but to no avail. Her handlers remained completely unmoved by her anguish and the cruel smiles playing about the corners of their lips told Gemma more clearly than any words that it would be futile to look for any sympathy or pity from their direction.
Sixty seconds ticked by. Sixty seconds in which Gemma faced the almost unthinkable. No matter how impossible it seemed, she was a captive! She could be kept naked and in bondage! And she could be, and would be, cruelly punished if she failed to obey!
By the time her captors broke the tense silence and moved towards her. Gemma knew what she must do. No matter what the cost to her dignity or ego, she would obey and cooperate with them until she got the chance to escape and bring them to the justice they so richly deserved!
Then, Gemma vowed to herself, then we shall see who laughs last and who has the upper
"Things like this," the brunette hissed and Gemma's eyes bulged as the woman's slim fingers, each tipped by long, sharp, crimson-tipped nails, darted forward and captured Gemma's nipples.
Bound far too tightly to be able to draw back or evade the woman's grip, Gemma gasped as the fingers squeezed her sensitive buds and instant arousal shot through her breasts. Then, she froze arousal changing to sheer terror as the red talons hooked like claws, their sharp points dimpling the tender flesh at the bases of Gemma's nipples and sending tiny flashes of pain into her body.
The woman chuckled, "See, there are lots of ways to punish a slave," and Gemma whimpered into her gag, her eyes fixed beseechingly on the brunette's face.
The hands dropped and Gemma slumped, her brain numbed with terror and despair as she realised that she would be given no option but to do exactly as she was told. Unless she was prepared to defy them and suffer the consequences of the punishments that they were not only able, but seemingly more than willing to inflict on her!
A cold dread began to fill her body, for Gemma knew that she did not have the courage to defy them. The ease with which the woman had first aroused her and then demonstrated just how childishly simple it would be to punish and torment her, unnerved the blonde completely and Gemma felt her will to resist beginning to crumble and seep away as the hopelessness of her position sank into her brain.
She shook her head in disbelief, refusing to accept the evidence of her own eyes as the man strolled casually from the room, only to return seconds later with a coiled black leather strap in his right hand.
He spoke for the first time, "This is called a Devil's Palm, slavegirl," he said calmly, unrolling the strap to reveal five broad, flat fingers of leather braided into a thick handle, "And this is what it does."
Before Gemma could even begin to anticipate the action his right hand rose and then fell with a wristy flick.
The sharp "Splaat" of leather impacting on the exposed and tender flesh of Gemma's inner left thigh was followed by a split second of absolute silence. A silence broken by a high, breathy squeal of pained anguish from behind Gemma's mouth-filling gag as an angry red patch bloomed in her smooth skin where the sudden blow had landed.
Tears of shock and pain filled her brown eyes and her slim muscles corded vainly as Gemma fought against her bonds, but they were far too strong and held her easily despite her frantic efforts.
Strong fingers gripped her jaw and she winced as she was forced to look up, into the determined face of her assailant, "Disobedience will not be tolerated, slave," he hissed coldly, "You have been warned," and he moved away to join his companions.
Devastated, her thigh burning with a stinging fire, Gemma whimpered piteously, but to no avail. Her handlers remained completely unmoved by her anguish and the cruel smiles playing about the corners of their lips told Gemma more clearly than any words that it would be futile to look for any sympathy or pity from their direction.
Sixty seconds ticked by. Sixty seconds in which Gemma faced the almost unthinkable. No matter how impossible it seemed, she was a captive! She could be kept naked and in bondage! And she could be, and would be, cruelly punished if she failed to obey!
By the time her captors broke the tense silence and moved towards her. Gemma knew what she must do. No matter what the cost to her dignity or ego, she would obey and cooperate with them until she got the chance to escape and bring them to the justice they so richly deserved!
Then, Gemma vowed to herself, then we shall see who laughs last and who has the upper
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