Indoctrination - Chapter 15
of
Night Owl
genre
bondage
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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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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once again, I would like to thank my good friend and fellow writer, Gabriele, for all her assistance in writing this chapter.
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Indoctrination
by Night Owl
Chapter 15: The Video
Amber stretched out her shape and untangled herself from the wrinkled silk sheets. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand - 7:05 a.m. Master Raven had long since risen from bed, and in spite of their recent lovemaking, the demons of desire still haunted her, so she spent the early morning tossing and turning, her fingers caressing, trying to re-enact the grace of his touch, even though she knew masturbation was forbidden and that she could be punished for it. The orgasm didn’t take long, leaving her hot and sweaty, but at least more relaxed.
She slept another half hour before waking up, for good this time. With a sigh, she gathered the covers up around her and sat up at the edge of the bed, then saw a small, folded note she hadn’t noticed before next to the clock with one word written across it, 'Pet.'
Amber smiled as she took the note and dragged the tan parchment under her nose. Even the aroma from the paper reminded her of him. Unfolding the note, she could feel the tiny hairs rise on her arms. The sight of his script was commanding, penned in long, strong strokes complete with looping circles and fine point edges.
"I watched you this morning and marveled at the ease in how you pleasured yourself, even while you slept. Was it me who teased you so greedily in your dreams?
"Of course, you will be disciplined for this later. You know the house rules. But first, towels and soap have been laid out for you to bathe with. Be quick about it, then put on the robe and join me downstairs for breakfast."
~ Raven
Amber saw the items he mentioned on a chair nearby, so she quickly got out of bed to run the bathe water. When she lowered herself in the round porcelain tub, the deliciously hot water settled around her. How long had it been since she was pampered with a hot bath? She closed her eyes and spread her legs wide, placing a foot to each side of the tub. Amber wished she could stay there all day, but she didn’t want to keep Master Raven waiting, so after about 10 minutes, she rose from the tub and quickly toweled off.
The robe chosen for her was long and made of green silk brocade with a high Mandarin collar. The opening in front was fastened together with a single gold clasp, allowing the rest of it to flair outward like a V to show off the inner curves of her young breasts. She slipped on the gold heels he also laid out for her and went downstairs.
The house was already brimming with activity in preparation for the party that evening. Floors were mopped, windows cleaned. Tony and Len barely gave Amber or her revealing robe a notice as they carried a long rolled up rug across the foyer to one of the rooms in the new wing of the house.
"Master Raven is waiting for you in the nook," Monique pointed past the kitchen. She was wearing her black French maid outfit with fish net stockings and impossibly high heels.
When Amber joined Raven, he was drinking his coffee and reading the paper.
"Did you enjoy your bath?" He poured her a cup.
"Yes, Master. Very much."
"You may call me 'Sir'," he corrected her. "There's no need for any formalities this morning."
"Yes, Sir."
"Cream, sugar?"
"Cream, Sir."
Amber took a sip of the steaming coffee. For the first time in ages, everything seemed normal. She felt like a young wife sharing time with her husband before he went to work. Only the leather collar around her neck reminded her of who she really was.
Shii Ann brought in the two plates and uncovered them. Eggs Benedict. Amber stared for moment at the two halves of English muffin, topped with ham, poached eggs, and lightly covered with hollandaise sauce. It looked and smelled wonderful!
"You may eat," he said.
Slowly, she consumed the dish, trying her best not to eat too fast. Amber thought she would never experience the taste of normal food again and she wanted to relish the moment.
"That robe looks very becoming on you."
"Thank you, Sir."
"I assume you have read the entire note, and understand why you are to be disciplined?"
"Yes, Sir."
"What we have done these last few days is an exercise in self-control, and I've been very pleased with our results so far, that is, with the exception of that little slip-up you had this morning. I'm curious though, did you really think you could get away with masturbating in my room?"
"N-no, Sir."
"Just couldn't help yourself?"
"Yes, Sir," her eyes never left her plate, "I'm sorry, Sir."
"I know you are," Raven said with a tone of sympathy. "you still have much to learn, but for now, let's enjoy the morning first."
"Thank you, Sir," Amber was all too glad to let the subject rest.
When the meal was finished, more coffee was poured, then Shii Ann emerged from the kitchen again holding a plate piled high with toasted cheese triangles. Raven urged her to eat, so Amber picked one and took a bite.
"So," he asked, "are you nervous about the party tonight?"
Amber paused.
"You can speak freely."
"I am a bit nervous to tell the truth, Sir," she finally replied.
"There's really no need to be. At this stage of your training you'll only be required to serve food and drinks. Monique will instruct you, and the other girls will take care of the rest."
Amber wondered what he meant regarding the other girls but held her tongue. She figured she would find out soon enough.
"Finish your meal," he told her. "I have a little game planned for you today, perhaps this will be the punishment for not including me in your treat this morning."
They finished their coffee in silence, during that time, her mind raced again with sensual thoughts about Raven, thoughts she couldn't control, even while knowing that her body was about to pay a heavy price for her little slip that morning. She wondered what her punishment would be. Of course, she wouldn’t have to wait to long to find out.
"Come with me," he finally rose from the table as the dishes were cleared away. Amber followed him back up to one of the rooms. There, he produced two 4-foot spreader bars made of steel, each with a pair of leather cuffs fastened to the ends. Raven secured one bar to her wrists and the other to her ankles. Next, by using a chain and hook mounted into one of the wooden beams above, he had her hanging from that hook with her arms and legs stretched wide apart and her feet barely touching the carpeted floor by using her toes. The robe was then opened wide, and since the wall in front of her was covered from floor to ceiling with a large dressing mirror, there was no avoiding her own reflection as she stood there, spread, naked and ready for whatever happened next.
He went to a cabinet and returned with two items. The first was a cat o' nine tails made of leather, both black and red braided tightly together; the second, a black egg-shaped device with soft leather straps resembling a thong bikini. Raven strapped the thong around her body, and not surprisingly, the egg fit snugly into her vagina. From the pocket of his jacket, he produced a small black box with two buttons and a dial on the face.
"That egg strapped to you is a vibrator, controlled by this remote I'm holding," he said, and extended a small antenna from the back of the box. "You won't be able to hold back your orgasms with that little toy inside you, no matter how hard you try to resist. So for this session only, the rules are going to be different. You don't have to ask permission to cum, you may cum as often as you need."
He pressed the top button and the egg began buzzing insistently between her legs, sending pleasant sensations deep in her lower belly. She then felt the robe being lifted behind her, followed by a hard, painful snap of the cat o' nine tails on her ass. As painful as it was though, it did not take the focus off the vibrator. He struck her again, once, then twice on the upper thigh. This time the pain got through to her and she screamed.
He turned the vibe up to medium and the pain melted away. She felt the 'tails' strike her breasts and she moaned. Amber desperately needed to cum. He strafed her buttocks again and it almost didn't register, so focused was her mind on the buzzing between her legs. He whipped her harder and got her attention again. The tightly braided strands of leather left fiery red marks on her skin. At the same time, the vibrator drove her wild, stimulating her clit beyond endurance, until Amber gave a cry and climaxed. Raven turned the vibe off while the spasms still had her in their grip. When she was spent, he turned the vibe on again, first low, then medium, then full speed.
For a moment, Amber gazed at the woman facing her in the mirror, her body sweating all over and covered with welts, her pointed breasts heaving with each gasped breath. Amber stared in disbelief, then turned her eyes away.
Again, she felt the harsh sting of the tails on her thighs. Pain mingled with pleasure. He seemed to know when she was about to have another orgasm, for he delivered a particularly vicious stroke across her inner thigh. Just as the pain registered, Amber came again, long and hard. This time he did not turn the vibe off, but left it running so she built up to climax again almost immediately. She felt the strokes of braided leather as she came.
"P-please Master," she begged, "Stop . . ."
"We're not finished yet, my pet."
He turned the vibe to low and set down the cat o' nine tails. Amber felt relieved, but only for a moment, before he took his riding crop and laid several strokes across her ass. The searing pain from his crop was even more intense, and enough to distract her mind from the vibrator. Then after the pain sank in, he turned the vibe up full and Amber was immediately on the edge again. The pain felt good mingling with her arousal and she came again with a cry. He left the vibe on and waited until she was in the throws of another orgasm, then laid into her with the crop, this time striking her breasts.
Amber screamed.
He turned the vibe off and gave her a little rest, then turned it back on, slow at first, then medium, then high. This time, however, he did not hit her. He just left her hanging there with the vibrator stimulating her clit and g-spot. Amber felt herself teetering on the brink of another orgasm. Minutes passed, and she became frantic, the stimulation driving her to the edge, but just short of enough to offer any release.
Without thinking, she cried out, "Oh, hit me Master, PLEASE".
As soon as she felt the sharp pain of the crop across her thighs, release came. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed over her body, even more intense than ever before. Amber was mortified at having begged him for the crop. Raven, however, seemed very pleased with the result. Satisfied, he first removed the vibrator, then let her down from the hook. Amber immediately sank to the floor, exhausted. After releasing her from the bindings, Raven picked her up, kissed her on the lips, and carried her back to his bedroom where he laid her down on the bed.
"Have a rest for a while, I will send someone for you," then he left her alone in the room.
Amber was still humiliated at having begged him to hit her. She didn't even want to dwell on the implications of that, and tried to push those thoughts out of her mind before falling asleep.
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Later that same day, Monique came in to wake her. The first guests for the party were expected to arrive in five hours, and there was still much work to be done. She checked the red welts on Amber’s body and found them superficial. They would fade for the most part before the party.
Amber was then given a French maid outfit to wear while completing her housecleaning assignments. It was required of all the girls to be in similar fashion and hers was a flirty little number -- an off the shoulder 'peasant' top mini dress with white ruffle trim, an apron, headpiece, thigh-high fishnet stockings, and black heels.
Monique sent Amber upstairs to prepare the rooms. Beds were changed with fresh sheets, furniture dusted. Windows were washed, whether they really needed it or not. Linen from the beds were brought down to be washed. She was amazed with how obsessed these people were with keeping the house and grounds well-kept, while both dungeons below remained filthy from neglect.
As Amber moved from room to room down the hall, she happened to pass Raven's den. It was empty and the lights off, but the television and DVD player had been left on. A disc was still in the unit and set to ‘pause’ with a black screen showing.
Overwhelmed with curiosity, Amber glanced back into the hall to make sure she was alone, then took the remote and hit the ‘play’ button. A title flashed in white letters across the black screen:
No. 238
"Nightmare in the Woods"
Date of Release: August 10, 1999
Duration: 48 min.
Stryker Productions, Inc
The first scene faded in -- a lush, green forest intersected by a lonely, two-lane road. In the distance, a pair of head lights appeared. The quality of the video and sound were very good and professionally done. Drops from a recent rainstorm could be heard gently striking the leaves, and the buzzing sounds of insects seemed to spring to life. The lights grew larger and crawled like a beetle along the winding strip of black asphalt, closer and closer until the vehicle was in plain sight. It was a black Cadillac, and it pulled off to the side before stopping just in the front of the camera.
The doors opened. Three very dark-skinned, African-looking men emerged from the vehicle. Its fourth occupant, a very attractive Caucasian woman, was pulled forcibly out the car. She wore a silky white nightgown that was revealing in the way it shifted and clung to her body underneath. Her cries were muffled by a strip of white tape that covered her mouth. Two of the black men took a firm hold of her pale arms and, together, followed the third into the thick brush. The woman struggled to keep up, her body swaying almost drunkenly between them. Claw-like branches tore into her nightgown and scraped her legs. She stumbled twice, landing on her knees in the wet leaves, which drew curses from the two men in a language indistinguishable as they grabbed her by the armpits to pull her back up.
She was finally half-carried to a small clearing and thrown to the ground. Holding her face down, the leader pulled out a knife, then slashed and tore at her nightgown until nothing, but shreds of it remained. They turned her over and pinned her down, the wet leaves sticking black to the front of her body. One of them unzipped the fly in his pants and pulled out his thick, dark penis, which to no surprise, was already erect.
"Enjoying the show?" came the voice behind her.
Amber dropped the remote and whirled around to the door where Raven stood. She immediately dropped to her knees when she saw him.
"Sir . . . Master, I'm sorry! I was just . . . just . . ."
"Just what?"
"I . . . I came in to clean the room . . . and . . ."
"You were curious?"
"Yes, Master."
"Give me the remote."
Amber quickly handed it to him. She was still on her knees, and looking down at the carpet, but she could feel him standing close to her; so close that she could see the glint of his belt buckle from the corner of her eye.
"Well," he said, "you wanted to watch. Go ahead and look up."
Amber slowly, raised her eyes to the screen as Raven continued,
"The filmmaker is a friend of mine, Goodwin Stryker, and also a member of our organization. He sells high quality videos like this one to certain clientele on the dark web -- that’s a part of the Internet that isn’t visible to search engines but can only be accessed by using an anonymizing browser call Tor. This video was released just last year and the actress is one of our girls."
As Raven spoke, Amber’s eyes were glowed to the screen as each of the three men took turns ravaging the woman while the other two held her down.
"If you watch closely, you’ll notice she didn't feel a thing. A true kajira never feels the anguish of being used, not in the traditional sense, because she learns to accept what is demanded of her, and with that acceptance, she begins to embrace it, even take pleasure in it. Just look at her. You can see it in her eyes."
Amber watched closely as the camera zoomed in closer. The woman was moaning behind the gag, her hair matted with sweat against her cheeks. But underneath the contorted expressions on her face, there was something else. It was in her pale green eyes just as Raven had pointed out -- the look of a woman, not in pain, but lost in a mindless state of erotic bliss. She was enjoying it.
Raven waited a while; waited for his comments to sink into Amber's memory along with the images flashing across the screen, before he broke in,
"You may continue with your cleaning, but for now on, my office in off limits. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir," Amber rose to her feet and quickly left the room.
She gathered the dirty linen and went downstairs. As her nerves calmed, she thought about the woman in the video and what Raven said. At first, Amber wondered why he didn't punish her, then slowly came to realize that he had no reason to. The DVD had been left on so conspicuously in his office, and with the disc loaded inside, not by accident as she thought earlier. He left it that way with the intention that she watch it.
(continued)
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.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once again, I would like to thank my good friend and fellow writer, Gabriele, for all her assistance in writing this chapter.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Indoctrination
by Night Owl
Chapter 15: The Video
Amber stretched out her shape and untangled herself from the wrinkled silk sheets. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand - 7:05 a.m. Master Raven had long since risen from bed, and in spite of their recent lovemaking, the demons of desire still haunted her, so she spent the early morning tossing and turning, her fingers caressing, trying to re-enact the grace of his touch, even though she knew masturbation was forbidden and that she could be punished for it. The orgasm didn’t take long, leaving her hot and sweaty, but at least more relaxed.
She slept another half hour before waking up, for good this time. With a sigh, she gathered the covers up around her and sat up at the edge of the bed, then saw a small, folded note she hadn’t noticed before next to the clock with one word written across it, 'Pet.'
Amber smiled as she took the note and dragged the tan parchment under her nose. Even the aroma from the paper reminded her of him. Unfolding the note, she could feel the tiny hairs rise on her arms. The sight of his script was commanding, penned in long, strong strokes complete with looping circles and fine point edges.
"I watched you this morning and marveled at the ease in how you pleasured yourself, even while you slept. Was it me who teased you so greedily in your dreams?
"Of course, you will be disciplined for this later. You know the house rules. But first, towels and soap have been laid out for you to bathe with. Be quick about it, then put on the robe and join me downstairs for breakfast."
~ Raven
Amber saw the items he mentioned on a chair nearby, so she quickly got out of bed to run the bathe water. When she lowered herself in the round porcelain tub, the deliciously hot water settled around her. How long had it been since she was pampered with a hot bath? She closed her eyes and spread her legs wide, placing a foot to each side of the tub. Amber wished she could stay there all day, but she didn’t want to keep Master Raven waiting, so after about 10 minutes, she rose from the tub and quickly toweled off.
The robe chosen for her was long and made of green silk brocade with a high Mandarin collar. The opening in front was fastened together with a single gold clasp, allowing the rest of it to flair outward like a V to show off the inner curves of her young breasts. She slipped on the gold heels he also laid out for her and went downstairs.
The house was already brimming with activity in preparation for the party that evening. Floors were mopped, windows cleaned. Tony and Len barely gave Amber or her revealing robe a notice as they carried a long rolled up rug across the foyer to one of the rooms in the new wing of the house.
"Master Raven is waiting for you in the nook," Monique pointed past the kitchen. She was wearing her black French maid outfit with fish net stockings and impossibly high heels.
When Amber joined Raven, he was drinking his coffee and reading the paper.
"Did you enjoy your bath?" He poured her a cup.
"Yes, Master. Very much."
"You may call me 'Sir'," he corrected her. "There's no need for any formalities this morning."
"Yes, Sir."
"Cream, sugar?"
"Cream, Sir."
Amber took a sip of the steaming coffee. For the first time in ages, everything seemed normal. She felt like a young wife sharing time with her husband before he went to work. Only the leather collar around her neck reminded her of who she really was.
Shii Ann brought in the two plates and uncovered them. Eggs Benedict. Amber stared for moment at the two halves of English muffin, topped with ham, poached eggs, and lightly covered with hollandaise sauce. It looked and smelled wonderful!
"You may eat," he said.
Slowly, she consumed the dish, trying her best not to eat too fast. Amber thought she would never experience the taste of normal food again and she wanted to relish the moment.
"That robe looks very becoming on you."
"Thank you, Sir."
"I assume you have read the entire note, and understand why you are to be disciplined?"
"Yes, Sir."
"What we have done these last few days is an exercise in self-control, and I've been very pleased with our results so far, that is, with the exception of that little slip-up you had this morning. I'm curious though, did you really think you could get away with masturbating in my room?"
"N-no, Sir."
"Just couldn't help yourself?"
"Yes, Sir," her eyes never left her plate, "I'm sorry, Sir."
"I know you are," Raven said with a tone of sympathy. "you still have much to learn, but for now, let's enjoy the morning first."
"Thank you, Sir," Amber was all too glad to let the subject rest.
When the meal was finished, more coffee was poured, then Shii Ann emerged from the kitchen again holding a plate piled high with toasted cheese triangles. Raven urged her to eat, so Amber picked one and took a bite.
"So," he asked, "are you nervous about the party tonight?"
Amber paused.
"You can speak freely."
"I am a bit nervous to tell the truth, Sir," she finally replied.
"There's really no need to be. At this stage of your training you'll only be required to serve food and drinks. Monique will instruct you, and the other girls will take care of the rest."
Amber wondered what he meant regarding the other girls but held her tongue. She figured she would find out soon enough.
"Finish your meal," he told her. "I have a little game planned for you today, perhaps this will be the punishment for not including me in your treat this morning."
They finished their coffee in silence, during that time, her mind raced again with sensual thoughts about Raven, thoughts she couldn't control, even while knowing that her body was about to pay a heavy price for her little slip that morning. She wondered what her punishment would be. Of course, she wouldn’t have to wait to long to find out.
"Come with me," he finally rose from the table as the dishes were cleared away. Amber followed him back up to one of the rooms. There, he produced two 4-foot spreader bars made of steel, each with a pair of leather cuffs fastened to the ends. Raven secured one bar to her wrists and the other to her ankles. Next, by using a chain and hook mounted into one of the wooden beams above, he had her hanging from that hook with her arms and legs stretched wide apart and her feet barely touching the carpeted floor by using her toes. The robe was then opened wide, and since the wall in front of her was covered from floor to ceiling with a large dressing mirror, there was no avoiding her own reflection as she stood there, spread, naked and ready for whatever happened next.
He went to a cabinet and returned with two items. The first was a cat o' nine tails made of leather, both black and red braided tightly together; the second, a black egg-shaped device with soft leather straps resembling a thong bikini. Raven strapped the thong around her body, and not surprisingly, the egg fit snugly into her vagina. From the pocket of his jacket, he produced a small black box with two buttons and a dial on the face.
"That egg strapped to you is a vibrator, controlled by this remote I'm holding," he said, and extended a small antenna from the back of the box. "You won't be able to hold back your orgasms with that little toy inside you, no matter how hard you try to resist. So for this session only, the rules are going to be different. You don't have to ask permission to cum, you may cum as often as you need."
He pressed the top button and the egg began buzzing insistently between her legs, sending pleasant sensations deep in her lower belly. She then felt the robe being lifted behind her, followed by a hard, painful snap of the cat o' nine tails on her ass. As painful as it was though, it did not take the focus off the vibrator. He struck her again, once, then twice on the upper thigh. This time the pain got through to her and she screamed.
He turned the vibe up to medium and the pain melted away. She felt the 'tails' strike her breasts and she moaned. Amber desperately needed to cum. He strafed her buttocks again and it almost didn't register, so focused was her mind on the buzzing between her legs. He whipped her harder and got her attention again. The tightly braided strands of leather left fiery red marks on her skin. At the same time, the vibrator drove her wild, stimulating her clit beyond endurance, until Amber gave a cry and climaxed. Raven turned the vibe off while the spasms still had her in their grip. When she was spent, he turned the vibe on again, first low, then medium, then full speed.
For a moment, Amber gazed at the woman facing her in the mirror, her body sweating all over and covered with welts, her pointed breasts heaving with each gasped breath. Amber stared in disbelief, then turned her eyes away.
Again, she felt the harsh sting of the tails on her thighs. Pain mingled with pleasure. He seemed to know when she was about to have another orgasm, for he delivered a particularly vicious stroke across her inner thigh. Just as the pain registered, Amber came again, long and hard. This time he did not turn the vibe off, but left it running so she built up to climax again almost immediately. She felt the strokes of braided leather as she came.
"P-please Master," she begged, "Stop . . ."
"We're not finished yet, my pet."
He turned the vibe to low and set down the cat o' nine tails. Amber felt relieved, but only for a moment, before he took his riding crop and laid several strokes across her ass. The searing pain from his crop was even more intense, and enough to distract her mind from the vibrator. Then after the pain sank in, he turned the vibe up full and Amber was immediately on the edge again. The pain felt good mingling with her arousal and she came again with a cry. He left the vibe on and waited until she was in the throws of another orgasm, then laid into her with the crop, this time striking her breasts.
Amber screamed.
He turned the vibe off and gave her a little rest, then turned it back on, slow at first, then medium, then high. This time, however, he did not hit her. He just left her hanging there with the vibrator stimulating her clit and g-spot. Amber felt herself teetering on the brink of another orgasm. Minutes passed, and she became frantic, the stimulation driving her to the edge, but just short of enough to offer any release.
Without thinking, she cried out, "Oh, hit me Master, PLEASE".
As soon as she felt the sharp pain of the crop across her thighs, release came. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed over her body, even more intense than ever before. Amber was mortified at having begged him for the crop. Raven, however, seemed very pleased with the result. Satisfied, he first removed the vibrator, then let her down from the hook. Amber immediately sank to the floor, exhausted. After releasing her from the bindings, Raven picked her up, kissed her on the lips, and carried her back to his bedroom where he laid her down on the bed.
"Have a rest for a while, I will send someone for you," then he left her alone in the room.
Amber was still humiliated at having begged him to hit her. She didn't even want to dwell on the implications of that, and tried to push those thoughts out of her mind before falling asleep.
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Later that same day, Monique came in to wake her. The first guests for the party were expected to arrive in five hours, and there was still much work to be done. She checked the red welts on Amber’s body and found them superficial. They would fade for the most part before the party.
Amber was then given a French maid outfit to wear while completing her housecleaning assignments. It was required of all the girls to be in similar fashion and hers was a flirty little number -- an off the shoulder 'peasant' top mini dress with white ruffle trim, an apron, headpiece, thigh-high fishnet stockings, and black heels.
Monique sent Amber upstairs to prepare the rooms. Beds were changed with fresh sheets, furniture dusted. Windows were washed, whether they really needed it or not. Linen from the beds were brought down to be washed. She was amazed with how obsessed these people were with keeping the house and grounds well-kept, while both dungeons below remained filthy from neglect.
As Amber moved from room to room down the hall, she happened to pass Raven's den. It was empty and the lights off, but the television and DVD player had been left on. A disc was still in the unit and set to ‘pause’ with a black screen showing.
Overwhelmed with curiosity, Amber glanced back into the hall to make sure she was alone, then took the remote and hit the ‘play’ button. A title flashed in white letters across the black screen:
No. 238
"Nightmare in the Woods"
Date of Release: August 10, 1999
Duration: 48 min.
Stryker Productions, Inc
The first scene faded in -- a lush, green forest intersected by a lonely, two-lane road. In the distance, a pair of head lights appeared. The quality of the video and sound were very good and professionally done. Drops from a recent rainstorm could be heard gently striking the leaves, and the buzzing sounds of insects seemed to spring to life. The lights grew larger and crawled like a beetle along the winding strip of black asphalt, closer and closer until the vehicle was in plain sight. It was a black Cadillac, and it pulled off to the side before stopping just in the front of the camera.
The doors opened. Three very dark-skinned, African-looking men emerged from the vehicle. Its fourth occupant, a very attractive Caucasian woman, was pulled forcibly out the car. She wore a silky white nightgown that was revealing in the way it shifted and clung to her body underneath. Her cries were muffled by a strip of white tape that covered her mouth. Two of the black men took a firm hold of her pale arms and, together, followed the third into the thick brush. The woman struggled to keep up, her body swaying almost drunkenly between them. Claw-like branches tore into her nightgown and scraped her legs. She stumbled twice, landing on her knees in the wet leaves, which drew curses from the two men in a language indistinguishable as they grabbed her by the armpits to pull her back up.
She was finally half-carried to a small clearing and thrown to the ground. Holding her face down, the leader pulled out a knife, then slashed and tore at her nightgown until nothing, but shreds of it remained. They turned her over and pinned her down, the wet leaves sticking black to the front of her body. One of them unzipped the fly in his pants and pulled out his thick, dark penis, which to no surprise, was already erect.
"Enjoying the show?" came the voice behind her.
Amber dropped the remote and whirled around to the door where Raven stood. She immediately dropped to her knees when she saw him.
"Sir . . . Master, I'm sorry! I was just . . . just . . ."
"Just what?"
"I . . . I came in to clean the room . . . and . . ."
"You were curious?"
"Yes, Master."
"Give me the remote."
Amber quickly handed it to him. She was still on her knees, and looking down at the carpet, but she could feel him standing close to her; so close that she could see the glint of his belt buckle from the corner of her eye.
"Well," he said, "you wanted to watch. Go ahead and look up."
Amber slowly, raised her eyes to the screen as Raven continued,
"The filmmaker is a friend of mine, Goodwin Stryker, and also a member of our organization. He sells high quality videos like this one to certain clientele on the dark web -- that’s a part of the Internet that isn’t visible to search engines but can only be accessed by using an anonymizing browser call Tor. This video was released just last year and the actress is one of our girls."
As Raven spoke, Amber’s eyes were glowed to the screen as each of the three men took turns ravaging the woman while the other two held her down.
"If you watch closely, you’ll notice she didn't feel a thing. A true kajira never feels the anguish of being used, not in the traditional sense, because she learns to accept what is demanded of her, and with that acceptance, she begins to embrace it, even take pleasure in it. Just look at her. You can see it in her eyes."
Amber watched closely as the camera zoomed in closer. The woman was moaning behind the gag, her hair matted with sweat against her cheeks. But underneath the contorted expressions on her face, there was something else. It was in her pale green eyes just as Raven had pointed out -- the look of a woman, not in pain, but lost in a mindless state of erotic bliss. She was enjoying it.
Raven waited a while; waited for his comments to sink into Amber's memory along with the images flashing across the screen, before he broke in,
"You may continue with your cleaning, but for now on, my office in off limits. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir," Amber rose to her feet and quickly left the room.
She gathered the dirty linen and went downstairs. As her nerves calmed, she thought about the woman in the video and what Raven said. At first, Amber wondered why he didn't punish her, then slowly came to realize that he had no reason to. The DVD had been left on so conspicuously in his office, and with the disc loaded inside, not by accident as she thought earlier. He left it that way with the intention that she watch it.
(continued)
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