Indoctrination - Chapter Four

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WARNING! This is a work of erotic BDSM FICTION. It is ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL of an EXTREME SEXUAL NATURE, including acts of abduction, exhibitionism, humiliation, and discipline. This is not for readers who are easily offended or incapable of distinguishing fact from fiction. The author does not promote such activity in real life unless it is between consenting adults and practiced safely. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give anyone the rights to post or print content without obtaining the author's permission first.
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Indoctrination
by Night Owl

(Story Content: F/f, Bondage, Tickling, Whipping)


Chapter 4: Lessons (Part 1)

Sonia turned the crank a few more clicks for good measure, then approached her new slave and tugged on the restraints to test them again.

"Comfortable?" she asked.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph," was the only sound Amber could utter behind the leather gag.

"Of course you're not, but this rigging does accent your body quite nicely."

Amber could see the mistress studying her with great interest, and shuddered when she licked her red lips, much as a cat might do before devouring its prey.

Never in her life, had she been so helpless as this -- hanging by her wrists from the ceiling, toes barely touching the floor, completely nude and shivering slightly in the cool, dank air. Her firm, youthful breasts looked (and felt) especially vulnerable with her body stretched so tight, and the tiny vice-like clamps fastened to her nipples. They would be a prime target for whatever inflictions Sonia planned for her. And finally, as if to add insult to injury, the leather strap fastened between her upper arms prevented her from moving her head forward enough to gaze down at her own nakedness and see for herself just how helpless she looked. There was nothing she could do but stare ahead at the stone wall as Sonia paced in a circle, those cat-like eyes surveying her prize.

"So tell me," she asked, "have you ever performed cunnilingus on another woman?"

Amber turned her head and stared at her with a mixture of outrage and horror.

"Just nod 'yes' or 'no' dear."

"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmph," she cried, shaking her head.

"I see," Sonia moved in closer. "I'm just trying to get a better understanding of who I'm dealing with, and you seem to be a very conservative girl when it comes to sex," she then cupped her hand under Amber's chin. "But don't let the question shock you. As they say, you shouldn't knock it if you haven't tried it."

Amber's heart began to beat faster. She could feel the first signs of nervous perspiration breaking out on her forehead and under her arms, but when Sonia turned her head to kiss her gagged mouth, she moaned and pulled away in disgust.

At first, Sonia’s face betrayed no emotion. Only her eyes indicated that Amber had over-stepped herself.

"Still the defiant one," she combed her fingers through Amber's long chestnut hair, "even now when you know you're completely defenseless with all these whips and floggers hanging on the wall behind me. How very noble . . . and stupid of you."

In one sudden move, Sonia grabbed a fistful of hair and jerked Amber’s head backward, forcing her body into a back-breaking arch.

"HMMMMPH!" she yelped.

"I do enjoy an occasional challenge, but just so you know, any form of disobedience will only make this more painful than it has to be."

Amber thought her spine was going to snap under the pressure. Her chained breasts were jutting forward now and dancing invitingly off her ribs as she struggled to keep her footing. Sonia maintained the hold with her fingers enmeshed in her hair. A wry grin played across her face and her eyes narrowed maliciously.

"Raven is paying me a handsome commission to train you," she continued, "so like it or not, you belong to us now, and I am going to take great pleasure in binding you and bending you to my will. In time, you will cry out and beg for me to satisfy those physical urges that I bring out of you. And if you ever disobey me, even in the slightest way you will be punished immediately until you, screaming in agony, beg me to stop the torment."

Sonia finally released her hold, allowing Amber to straighten her body again. While she stood panting for air, the mistress quietly moved to the table and opened a drawer.

"The human body is a remarkable instrument when it comes to sexual stimulation. The genitalia, the breasts, especially the nipples and clit, are loaded with millions of nerve endings."

When Sonia turned to face her again, she was holding a long, wispy feather.

"And even the skin overall makes an excellent erogenous zone."

Amber didn't have to question what was going to happen next, and for the first time, she realized the full scope of her helplessness. She looked upward and pulled anxiously on the chain. She twisted her wrists in the restraints, while unwittingly drawing attention to her underarms, which were extremely ticklish. Sonia watched her struggle for a moment, amused, before continuing,

"Your first lesson will begin with this -- a simple feather, plucked from a pheasant's tail," Sonia approached her, stroking the flowing plume with her fingers, "not very threatening when you look at it, but when dragged lightly across the flesh, in the right spots and in the right way, its effect can be just as unbearable as the whip."

"Mmmmmmmmph!"

“Allow me to demonstrate.”

Sonia placed the feather against Amber's left wrist, then ran it slowly down her arm. The effect was excruciating, the tip just barely touching her smooth skin, and it was impossible for her to keep from flinching as it trailed past the crease inside her elbow.

“You know, the armpit is often overlooked as an erogenous zone,” Sonia softly taunted, “I find this part of body extremely attractive to look at and touch, on men and women, and your underarms are very exquisite, so silky-smooth, so deep, and so vulnerable.”

Sonia dragged the feather right into Amber’s left open armpit.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!" Amber squealed and tried to move away.

"Ticklish?" she laughed. “I believe that is the point, dear.”

Sonia flicked the feather repeatedly inside her pit. Amber tried to twist away but she followed every movement effortlessly without losing contact.

"Mmmmm . . . Mmmmppphhh!"

"This may work better on your than I had hoped," she gave the other armpit several teasing strokes. “My, my, you ARE extremely ticklish, aren’t you!”

"Mmmmm . . . Hmmmph . . . Hmmmppphhh!"

“Now let’s see what we can do with the rest of that pretty body of yours, shall we.”

Sonia dragged the feather up and down Amber’s ribs, then across her stomach and around her navel, causing her to squirm frantically on the chain. There seemed to be no end to it. Moving with the sinuous grace of a dancer, Amber twisted and swayed her lithe body every way she could, seeking shelter from the insidious tickling, but in doing so, only exposed new areas to be tormented. She felt the feather tip wiggle it's way up between her buttocks, then brush lightly against her inner thigh passing within inches of her neatly trimmed bush. The chain, cord and pulley she was rigged to creaked under her weight as she struggled to fight off the relentless assault on her exposed flesh. The feather swirled lightly around each breast until her nipples swelled painfully against the metal clamps. When she tried to roll her body away, Sonia gave her ass a painful swat with the palm of her hand, and when she turned back around to avoid another, her breasts were attacked again with the feather. Finally, Amber threw her head back and wailed, but only muffled mews could be heard through the gag.

Sonia stopped just long enough to put the feather back in the drawer, then resumed the tickling by lightly scraping and digging the tips of her fingernails right into the smooth hollows of both armpits. Amber moaned and squealed behind the gag.

"Mmmmm . . . Hmmm . . . Hmmppphhh!"

“Using a feather for tickling is one thing, but there is no match to the intimacy of actually feeling a woman’s skin quivering under your own fingers.”

Like an expert tickler, Sonia worked her long, red nails up and down her victim's body, lingering in spots that gave her the best reaction. She used a combination of slow deliberate strokes and light, fluttering movements with all ten fingers, then dug her fingernails right into the flesh beneath Amber’s jutting ribs.

“Hmm . . . Hmm . . . Hmm . . . Hmmmppphhh!”

Amber laughed and wheezed into the gag. Her skin was crawling all over with sensitivity now, as if hundreds of spiders were assaulting her body all at once while she hung there helplessly on the cord.

"I can make you do anything I want,” Sonia teased. “You know that don't you?"

Amber shook her head 'no' vigorously.

"Oh yes I can . . ." Sonia grasped the chain between her nipples and pulled on it, stretching them painfully and leaving Amber no choice but to arch her back and thrust her tits forward.

". . . and I'm going to prove that to you."

Slowly, Sonia trailed the fingers of her other hand downward to tangle with the small tuft of dark curls nestled between Amber's thighs.

"Ummmmmpppphhhhhhmmmm," Amber tried to pull away, but Sonia maintained her hold on the chain while she probed one finger up and down her slit, drawing a bead of moisture within.

"My, my," she remarked, "you're wet down here already!"

Sonia released the chain, then carefully detached the metal clamps from her nipples and gently massaged both breasts with her hands.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . ."

Amber felt quite embarrassed as her nipples became aroused again, tightening into fleshy, dark pink nubs. She could feel her entire body slowly giving in to Sonia's gentle groping of her breasts. She refused to show it though. Looking up, she twisted her wrists against the leather cuffs in a last desperate attempt to free herself from them, but her arms didn’t seem to have the strength anymore. Sonia only laughed at the gesture.

"Are you not enjoying this little massage?"

"MMMMMMMMMFFFF!" Amber shook her head ‘no’ again.

"Oh, I think you are, but you're just too stubborn to admit it. Maybe this will change your mind."

She leaned forward and flicked her tongue lightly against each swollen nipple.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Amber moaned again. Her body began to sway more rhythmically.

"Yes, that's it, just let yourself go, sweetheart," Sonia massaged her breasts again, kneading the soft, delicate tissue between her fingers.

"Have you ever tried bondage?"

Amber shook her head.

"I see. A first timer then," Sonia laughed again. "Well if you had, then you would know that it can the most powerful and satisfying sexual experience a woman can have even without intercourse. Like now, you’re feeling quite aroused, aren't you?"

Amber struggled to fight against her own body's responses and betrayals. She was enjoying it and craving more and more.

"Answer me," Sonia repeated, "are you becoming aroused?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Amber finally resigned herself into admission and nodded. She then felt one hand leave her breast and move down to her abdomen.

"This is wrong," she thought to herself. She was repulsed by Sonia's advances, but could not deny what her body was telling her -- that she was getting more and more excited. She felt the hand move in between her thighs, and again, tried unsuccessfully to wiggle away.

"Struggling is not going to help you, dear. You should have learned this by now. So why don't you just relax and enjoy it."

Sonia parted her wet folds, then found her clit and gently rubbed the tender bud with one finger.

Amber threw her head back and moaned, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

She could feel the orgasm building deep in her lower belly, a tight coil that threatened to explode throughout her entire body like shockwave. She wanted to moan "faster" through the gag, but before she even tried, Sonia began to touch her in exactly the way she wanted to be touched, and that nearly sent her over the edge, leaving her breathless. Next, both hands moved around to her ass, and stroked both firm globes softly, before grasping them tight and digging all ten fingernails into her flesh.

Sonia then kneeled and Amber felt her warm tongue, snake its way up her inner thigh, causing her muscles to tense. The fingers squeezed her cheeks even tighter from behind and pulled her hips forward, forcing the V of Amber’s body toward her waiting tongue. She felt it probe into her, deeper and deeper with each thrust, then it quickly withdrew and slithered around her clit. Mindlessly she tossed her head back, her long hair flailing, hips lifting to press it deeper into the wet maelstrom.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . .," she moaned

Amber had never been sexually intimate with another female. In fact, if anyone had asked her an hour ago if she could be aroused like this, she would have both laughed and been repulsed by the idea. Now, this mysterious woman was filling her with a lust she didn't know existed. She touched her in the same places that men had touched her before, but in a way that none of them could ever match.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Hhhhhmmmmmm!"

She groaned loudly into the gag, then bucked her hips forward as much as the restraints would allow. She shuddered violently when the first wave of her orgasm erupted. Sonia moved her tongue faster and faster, lashing out over her clit, then thrust it inward past her burning folds. Another wave followed, then another. Her mind tried to handle all of the sensory input, but quickly became overwhelmed until all rational thought shut down completely. For the moment, she forgot about everything that had happened to her; forgot about where she was; who she was. She could focus on nothing but the pleasurable sensations coursing through her body. When it was finally over, and Sonia stood up again, Amber just hung there gasping, her head tilted backward, eyes half-open.

"That is how you please another woman," Sonia told her, then her eyes narrowed. "But I don't recall giving you permission to cum like that, did I?"

The implication behind her words sobered Amber up in an instant. Her body began to shiver uncontrollably, not because she was standing naked in a drafty room, but from the low tone of Sonia’s voice. It reminded her of Raven's tone, before he beat her with his riding crop.

"For now on, you must never let yourself reach an orgasm unless given permission to do so. If you do, then you will be whipped severely. Understood?”

Amber nodded.

“Being a fledgling, I realize you didn't know this, but nonetheless, I'll have to punish you for the indulgence or else you will never learn."

Sonia unbuckled the straps behind Amber's neck and pulled the leather gag out of her mouth. For the first time, in what seemed like hours, she was able to speak.

"There," Sonia tossed the gag on the table, "now you can scream all you want, but I wouldn't advise it. No one will hear you through these thick walls, and you should save your strength for what's coming up."

Sonia moved to the wheel and turned the crank again. In an instant, Amber could feel the pull on her arms grow stronger, her body being lifted upward. The metallic clicks from the wheel rang sharply in her ears until her feet dangled in space. Pointing her toes, she searched frantically for the safety and comfort of the floor. Several more clicks rang off before Sonia flipped the lock on the wheel to secure it. The pressure from the weight of her own body increased on her shoulders and wrists. Her rib cage was etched from the strain, and her breasts rose and fell with each gasped breath. The cable had a deliberate twist in it, and Amber, now suspended, slowly rotated helplessly in front of the mistress.

"W-what . . . are you going to do to me?" Amber croaked when she finally found her voice.

"I thought that was apparent, dear, with such a large assortment of leather whips hanging behind me."

The room spun slowly before her and she tossed her head around, looking up to her own bound wrists, then back at Sonia as she approached the wall, almost ceremoniously, and chose a particularly angry-looking bull whip. Amber’s long, silky chestnut hair swung from side to side behind her as she writhed pitifully in her suspension. The whip was composed of black leather strands, braided tightly together with thin tassels on the end, and the length was about 30", giving it more reach than the riding crop Raven had used on her earlier.

"I'm quite handy with this you know," Sonia said proudly, her hand stroking the long, braided tail, "I can flick a fly off a wall with one snap of the wrist."

Amber gave no response but continued to struggle as she slowly turned on the cord. Sweat flowed fresh from her pores with the realization that she was really going to be whipped while she hung there, naked, exposed and totally defenseless. She also knew it would be more painful than anything she had ever experienced in her life. Feeling the crop against her bare ass was bad enough. Now she was about to receive the same punishment all over her body. She wondered what the whipping would be like. She really didn't want to find out, but there seemed to be no choice in the matter, and most likely, there would be many more to come in the future, for she now knew there was no leaving this place. Amber cursed herself for not trying to make a break for it earlier when she had the chance. Now she could do nothing, but endure it, and hope that Sonia would show her at least SOME mercy.

Her slavery now seemed all too real. The realization of her true plight was like a person coming out of a dark cave for the first time into the bright sun. It was agonizing. Amber tossed her head back again, closed her eyes, and moaned in hopeless despair, waiting for the first strike to land.

(continued)