Message-ID: <2013eli$9707101452@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2013.txt> From: phuleslv@hotmail.com (Kate) Subject: Katy's Surrender - part 6 (blackmail, bondage, humiliation) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <33c41156.27793313@news.sover.net> Katy Surrenders - Part 6 Katy did not understand what had happened at first. The fact that she had been struck with a whip did not actually enter her mind in the first few seconds after It happened. Her whole mental focus was on the agonizing pain itself, not on its cause. As the pain subsided though, she tried to comprehend, and then she did understand. She understood where she was and what she was. She understood slavery. Anger flashed and faded, replaced immediately with fear. Her body tightened, waiting for another stroke. She cried, sobbing, with tears of pain and fear. Seconds passed. Josh did not hit her. Please, God, she prayed, let it be just the one stroke. "Katy, I want you to beg me to hit you again." She was incredulous. Another? What had she done to deserve such punishment? And he expected her to BEG for it? "Please, master, no more whip. Please. Please. I'll do anything you want." "Don't be stupid, Katy, you've already agreed to do anything I want. You've even memorized it. Forgotten already?" "No, master," Katy whispered, slumping into despair. "Recite it again, Katy. Time to practice." Katy hesitated. Josh watched. Would she rebel? Was his hold on her strong enough? He feared he had gone too far. Katy tugged down on the rope that held her arms above her head. She stood straight and began to speak in a quiet, subdued tone. "I am your slave, master. I will obey your every command. I am your property." "Very good, Katy." Josh breathed a sigh of relief. "Then, obey." "Master, I beg you to whip me again. Please." Katy's voice trembled as she spoke the words. "You really don't sound like you mean it, Katy. Beg harder." Katy repeated her request, trying hard to sound sincere. "Please Master. Please whip me again. I beg you to whip me. Please. Please." "Okay. Okay. If that's what you want," answered Josh, finally. Katy's body went taut in anticipation. Again the faint, brief noise of the leather belt going through the air. Again the loud snap as it struck her backside, this time directly across both buttocks. And again an instant later, she felt the intense, searing pain. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh". Katy's scream filled the empty barn. Then there was silence except for the creaking noise of the ropes and pulley as Katy pulled on her bonds, in a futile attempt to escape her misery. Josh regarded his handiwork. Two angry red welts adorned Katy's backside, one diagonally across the middle of her back, the other horizontally across her buttocks. Katy's naked body glistened with sweat as she hung from her wrists. Josh cautiously touched the reddened skin where the belt had struck her lower back. Katy jumped, not from the pain, but from surprise. She had not heard him moving closer to her. "Does it hurt to touch you there, Katy?" "Umm... no master, not really much," she managed to answer. "I think that's enough of the belt for now, Katy. Don't beg for more." "Okay, master." Katy's mood brightened at this news. Josh went to the side of the barn and untied the pulley rope. Katy, her hands now released from the hook, let herself drop to a sitting position. The stiff, dry hay pricked her skin and stung where it touched the bruise on her buttocks, but it felt good to relax her body in the musty stuff. She looked over her shoulder at Josh, waiting for his next command. Josh didn't speak but instead sat down in the hay next to her. Sitting only inches away, his eyes roamed her body, studying her features and faults as he had not done before. Katy suddenly felt very aware of her nudity and, in spite of all she had been through in the last 24 hours, blushed deeply. She watched his eyes and in them she could read how much the sight of her body excited him. She expected that at any moment he would start to explore her body with his hands as well as his eyes. Curiously, the thought neither angered nor alarmed her. But still he did not touch her. Would he never touch her, she wondered. Josh rose to his feet, ordering her to do likewise. With one of his keys, he uncoupled the wrist cuffs but left them on her. The padlocks, one on each wrist, made her arms feel very heavy. Josh then sat back down in the hay, relaxing again. Katy remained standing, knowing better than to sit without permission. Already, she knew and feared the belt. She did not want to learn the feel of the other devices that Josh had brought in his backpack: the whips and crops and who knew what else. She guessed she had not seen all of the nasty items that were in there. Josh leaned his back against a wall as he scrutinized her. Again she felt so naked, too helpless and exposed, simply standing in front of him in silence. If he would just talk it would be better, even if only to berate her. Several times she nearly lost her balance in the soft hay. The handcuffs tying her ankles together made it difficult to keep her equilibrium. Finally, Josh spoke. "Turn around. Show me your back." Katy obeyed. "Those belt marks are really red now, Katy. They look nice." Katy had not thought of this possibility before but now realized that her skin must be quite visibly damaged where he had struck her, because it had hurt so much. She despaired. She would not be able to wear her new bikini next weekend. This was horrible. Then another thought came to her and she felt even greater despair. Stupid girl, she thought to herself. What bikini? What weekend? Your life, everything, is at the whim of this boy. He owns you. He really owns you. Forget about it. All you can do is obey him and hope he's happy. What a strange, horrible situation. These thoughts raced through her mind, even as Josh's gaze lingered over the soft, rounded curves of her hips and thighs. Inch by inch, thought by thought, her brain crept toward an understanding of her new status. You are his slave, she told herself. You've gotten yourself into this mess and there's nothing you can do about it. Just like he says: you are his slave, you must do everything he tells you to do, you are his property. If he wants to whip you, he will. If he wants you to beg him to whip you, you will. All of these thoughts spun around in Katy's consciousness, disturbing her. They disturbed her in a frightening way. She was becoming sexually aroused. No, she thought, she can't be. But she could feel the wetness and the tingling. You are a slave, she thought. She was confused, her mind and senses in turmoil. "Katy?" Good, she thought. Say something, do something, so I don't have to think these thoughts. "Yes, master?" "Don't you think I should mark you in the front like I've marked you in the back? To make it even, I mean, you know?" "Yes, master." "Hmmm. I dunno ‘bout that, Katy. It's a lot of work swinging that belt. Really tires me out." "I'm very sorry, master. I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble." Katy could not believe her own ears, but the words, those stupidly submissive phrases, came out as though they were the most natural thing in the world to say. Josh, too, was surprised at how quickly and thoroughly she was accepting her new role. He wondered if she was trying to trick him. "Well, if I do it for you, it will only be if you beg me to." Katy winced. She really did not want to feel that belt on her front side. She could not imagine how painful it would be on her breasts or even her tummy. Yet, if she did not try to appease him he might, no, probably would, devise a much more painful alternative. She would have to beg him to do it. She knew this was the lesson she was being taught. "Master, I beg you to whip me in the front also." She spoke the words quietly and, she feared, with not enough feeling. "Stupid, stupid cunt. You beg your master with your back to him?? What kind of idiot are you?? Turn around and kneel at my feet if you have to beg me." The words stung. I'm NOT stupid she thought. How dare he? But the anger dimmed quickly , immediately, replaced with another, nearly opposite feeling. A feeling of surrender? Of devotion? What was that feeling? A not unpleasant feeling. So confusing. Turning, Katy knelt in the hay at his feet, her bare knees nearly brushing the soles of his sneakers. She resumed her plea for the belt. "Master, I beg you to whip me in the front. Please, Master. Please whip me in the front." She tried so hard to sound as earnest as she could that she nearly convinced herself that she wanted it. "I'll think about it, Katy. I'm not sure yet, though. Maybe if you're all set up for a good whipping I might be inspired. Yeah, let's try that. Come on, follow me." Immediately Josh jumped up and walked quickly away toward the back of the barn. "Hurry up slave," he called to her. Katy did her best to keep up with him but it was impossible to walk fast with her ankle cuffs. She could only take very tiny steps. Josh was already at the other end of the barn looking back toward her. "HURRY UP," he shouted. Katy felt like she was in one of those awful dreams where she tried to run but could only go very slowly. Josh started walking back toward her, looking angry. "I TOLD YOU TO HURRY," he shouted again. "I'm sorry, master," Katy replied, trying to sound pitiable. Josh walked at her side, encouraging her to greater speed with harsh slaps to her buttocks. "OwW." He seemed to be targeting the belt mark. Katy's hands were free and she very nearly made the mistake of trying to cover her rear with her palms. She knew this would be a bad mistake and resisted the urge, letting him have his way with her tender skin. He was hitting her hard and it hurt a lot but again that feeling started to increase in her. She was becoming more aroused again. It was the touch of his hand on her skin, she thought. It's a natural thing. Doesn't mean anything. Finally they reached their destination, after many spanks. Josh motioned to her to stand with her back against a vertical beam. This was a massive wooden support for a part of the hay loft. It was really little more than a rough hewn log perhaps 12 inches in diameter. At various points, mostly at eye level and higher, were placed wooden dowels and large nails from which one could hang tools or ropes. Obediently Katy placed herself against the beam. Josh grabbed her wrists and pulled them up over her head and then back, painfully. She heard and felt the click of the padlock as he reconnected the two wrist cuffs. This was extremely uncomfortable, worse than the partial suspension of before. Her wrists were tied behind the beam straining her arms painfully. It also lifted her breasts and forced them to stick out embarrassingly. She could not see him but she could hear Josh busying himself behind her. Seconds later she felt his fingers at her bound wrists and then felt her arms being pulled up and back yet further. "Owwww," she exclaimed. Josh had tied one end of a rope to her wrist cuffs and had looped the other end around a beam above her head and was now pulling her arms up with the rope. Instinctively she straightened her body and got on her tiptoes to relieve the strain on her aching arms. Josh merely pulled tighter to take up that slack as well. When both body and rope were as tight as could be, he tied off the end. Katy tried to relax but her body ached. She felt Josh's fingers at her ankles. Heavy coarse rope was being wound around her ankles and calves and then tied securely. Finally Josh stood a few paces in front of her to assess his work. Katy had never felt so vulnerable and helpless. She could barely move. "Katy, you are so fucking gorgeous." "Thank you, master," Katy managed to breathe. "Now, about that belt," Josh continued. Oh God no, Katy thought, not that. Please, please. In spite of herself, she tugged and twisted at her bonds but only succeeded in causing herself more discomfort. Josh grinned. "I can see you're eager for the belt." "Yes, master," Katy replied, remembering to take the prudent course in her answers. "But first I need to do one more thing." With that he ran at top speed to the front of the barn and immediately back again carrying his loaded backpack. This he dropped to the floor behind Katy. Within seconds he pulled out a bandana-like cloth and wrapped it around her head, completely covering her eyes. He tied the ends securely behind her head. Katy winced as the knot roughly pulled at her silky brown hair. And now she could see nothing. Hearing him step away she expected at any moment to hear that horrible whisper noise. Her brain re-played the sound in her mind, in spite of her efforts to think of something else. She listened intently. Her body involuntarily tensed at every soft sound she heard. Was that a bird? Or the belt? A breeze this time? Or would the next instant bring the torturous sting of the leather? The seconds passed. Josh was silent. Was he still in the barn? She could not hear him. Did he leave her? Was this his new way to torment her? Maybe this was worse than the belt, she thought. Her arms hurt so much. How long had it been? He must have gone out of the barn. Katy felt frightened now. He would not leave her this way, would he? "Master?" She asked for him, hesitantly. No answer. Silence. She heard birds singing outside the barn. And crickets. Her arms hurt more. Now her legs and ankles grew tired and joined in the general aching. How long had she been like this? Five minutes? Twenty? She had no idea. This end of the barn, away from the door, was much warmer. Getting hot. No breeze. Sweat trickled down from her brow and down the side of her face. The drops of sweat were the only activity in the barn as far as she could tell. Their journey down her skin absorbed her interest. Across her collarbone now. Tickling maddeningly as they dripped quickly between her breasts and down her belly. Then they disappeared from her awareness as they entered the tiny patch of trimmed brown hair above her pussy. Other drops took their place. On her brow, her arms, her thighs. Would she go mad? Where was the little jerk, her master? "Master?" She called again, this time with more urgency. "Josh! Where are you? Are you there?" She knew she risked his anger by not calling him master but she needed him to be there. She wanted to hear his voice. She wanted him. "Bad, bad slave, Katy. Talking without permission. Not calling me master. This is very bad, Katy." Katy didn't hear the words. The sound of his voice was enough. What a relief! He had been right in front of her all along. What a little jerk! But he had not left her. "You'll have to be punished, now, Katy." "Yes, master. Please forgive me master." "I forgive you, Katy. And now for your punishment." Okay, thought Katy, now comes the whip. Get it over. This stretching has to be worse. "Yes, master." She braced herself for the pain. She heard him move closer. He must be inches away. She could her him breathing. What was he doing? He couldn't flog her from so close. Then she felt his touch. His fingers lightly brushed her right breast, stroking her nipple. This is not torture. This is nice. Finally he is going to touch me, she thought. It took him long enough. Most of the guys she had known could barely keep their hands off of her. Josh's fingers felt very nice. Now they were on both breasts. Feels so good. Katy could feel herself getting wet. Very wet. Her nipples were so sensitive. She loved to have them touched like this. Did he know that too? She didn't care anymore. Just keep touching. So nice. PAIN. Dreadful, deep, agonizing pain. Josh was pinching her nipples with his fingers as hard as he could. Katy screamed. Loud. Long. "AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh" "NO!!!! STOP!!! PLEASE!!!" She begged him with the purest sincerity. Josh pinched harder. Katy screamed again. And again. Finally he released his grip on her nipples, letting her breasts drop. The pain surged as the blood flowed back. She whimpered, then sucked in air. The pain diminished gradually. Tears filled her eyes. "Katy, I think you should thank me for doing that. It was for your own good but it was a lot of trouble for me to have to do it." "Yes, master. Thank you master." Tell him anything he wants to hear, Katy thought. Make him happy. Don't cross him. He can and will hurt. She needed to get down from this beam. Her arms were in agony, but she dared not speak of it. As though he had read her mind, Josh untied the rope that held her wrists to the beam above. Katy felt in heaven as the strain on her arms relaxed. Then he unlocked the wrist cuffs and untied the rope holding her legs. She was free of the beam. Quickly, though, Josh locked her cuffs together again, this time behind her back. Pulling her collar and leash from the backpack, Josh locked these on her as well. The makeshift blindfold was removed. He then picked up the end of the leash and led her to yet another part of the barn. The heavy metal of the padlock bumped against her tailbone as she walked behind him. The handcuffs were still on her ankles so walking was very difficult with the leash pulling on her neck. Without her hands to help her, she was constantly on the verge of losing her balance as she hobbled forward. Josh looked back at her as they went, intrigued by the way Katy's breasts bounced and jiggled to the erratic rhythm of her steps. They finally stopped in front of a horse stall. The stall was about 6 feet by 8 feet and was lined with clean straw. In the middle of the stall was a small mattress. It looked like something from an old cot. It was stained with rusty red lines where the old bedsprings had touched it. Katy imagined the other side of the mattress was even less appealing. He's leading me to a mattress, she thought. Not too hard to guess what comes now. Or is it? Maybe he'll just tie me up again, she wondered. "Katy?" "Yes, master?" "I want to have sex with you." He spoke quietly, almost nervously. Oookay, Katy thought. This is different. What's happened to mean Mr. Master? Suddenly so tender. It almost sounded like a request. Like he was asking if he could. She was definitely used to that from guys. Now she felt like she was on familiar ground. But she answered as she had been trained, not as her old self. "Yes, master. I am your property." Katy somehow felt some sort of pleasure in this response. She had to give herself to him. There could be no guilt. She had no choice. He owned her after all. She had no free will anymore. "Katy. Look, I gotta tell you something. Sit down on the mattress." "Yes, master." Katy obeyed. Tell her something? She was suddenly very curious. "I'm a virgin." Josh announced this as though he were telling her he had some incurable disease or that he had just killed Kermit the Frog. Katy could not stop herself from giggling. Josh raised his eyebrows. He actually looked hurt by her laughter. So this was it, she thought. He's embarrassed. Shy about sex. Can't let him get angry. Quickly she knelt at his feet, all smiles gone from her face. "Master, please forgive me. I'm sorry for laughing. Really. I'm not laughing at you. I think it's precious that you're a virgin. It's ok. We were all virgins once, right? Master?" She watched his face soften. She could tell he wanted her badly. "Katy. I want to have sex with you. Right now. Teach me, ok?" "Teach you, master? It's not really very difficult." She could barely suppress her laughter. "But I will help you if you want, master." "Yes. Help me a little. And don't you dare laugh or anything. Maybe I'm not as big as some of the guys you've been with." Oh dear, Katy thought. Men are all worried about that. "Certainly I won't laugh, master. And I'm sure you are just the right size for me." This was not the first time she had used that line. "Okay. Then, I guess let's do it. Umm. But I want you to beg me for it." This was the first time she had ever had to beg for sex, Katy thought, but there had been many firsts for her these past two days. "Yes, master." This could be fun, Katy thought. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /