Maria was barely conscious as the men dragged her across the wide open area of the docks. She heard the sound of ships and the clanking of chains mixed with the barking of dogs and the sounds of a cracking whip. She was aware of being pulled into a metal building and made to stand, naked and alone in the dazzling light. As her eyes became used to the brightness, she looked up and shrunk back in surprise.
Lesley stood before her. She looked marvellous, bedecked in glittering chains and clothed in shiny leather, with a long, black whip hanging loosely in her hand. Still squinting, Maria looked at her closely. She wore a black leather waistcoat pulled tightly around her breasts with thin leather thongs and a black leather suspender belt was pulled tightly onto her well rounded hips. The suspenders held black stockings in their shiny metal clasps and disappeared into shiny leather boots that fitted tightly to half-way up her long thighs. She did not have any panties on and her black pubic hair curled tightly in a dense mat above the barely discernible pink edges of the front of her crack.
At her feet was Barbara. She was completely naked and crouched on all fours with her wrists and ankles manacled tightly to the floor in heavy silver rings. Around her neck a heavy leather collar was secured from one side to the floor and from the other to a ring which was attached to the ceiling. She did not seem to be able to move at all and her long, dark hair hung down over her face and trailed on the floor.
A naked man, with a leather mask and a silver chain pulled up tightly between his balls and his neck, straddled her back. He held a riding crop over her red striped buttocks and she looked exhausted and in pain.
There were a lot of other girls in the room. Some were shackled in chains, some were tethered to the wall with leather thongs, one was gagged and blindfolded, another, her bare bottom ribbed with angry red lines, was strapped naked and face down over a bench. A blonde haired girl hung suspended by her ankles from a chain attached to the ceiling and spun dizzily as a leather clad man thrashed her with a split cane. She seemed too tired to scream and just whimpered as her torturer thrashed her remorselessly. Then Maria realised that she recognised some of them, she could hardly believe it, one she remembered from work and several of them had been at her school. As she looked around, she saw Father Thomas and Kirk standing near to the door with Caleb squatting at their feet.
Lesley stepped towards her and Maria fell back in fear as she saw that look in Lesley's face that promised both reward and pain. Lesley pulled back her long arm and lifted her whip, it bent easily as its tip reached towards the ceiling. Maria felt a shiver of fear as she thought of it crashing down across her breasts or her bottom, and she shrunk back, afraid that at any moment Lesley would flare up into uncontrollable anger.
Then Lesley's expression began to change. It took on the look that promised only pain. Her smooth contoured face began to crinkle, and her eyes tightened and her lips curled upwards, as she flushed around the cheeks and took a deep breath. Maria fell back even more and she felt her heart beating frantically.
"You are a sorry sight, my dear. But why are you standing, surely you have been trained better than that? Don't you know how to be a slave yet? Surely you know how to beg and scrape by now? Get down on your knees you fucking slut!"
Maria dropped to her knees and bent her head in submission.
"You don't remember me do you? Do you? No, of course you don't."
Maria did not understand. Of course she remembered her, it was Lesley, her boss at work, she knew her well, she had worked for her for ages.
"Lesley, what do you mean?"
"Address me properly! I am Mistress Lesley!"
Maria felt her heart pounding loudly.
"Please, Mistress Lesley, of course I know you, you know I do."
"Hah! You may look up at me if you wish, yes, look closely and cast your mind back. Yes? Do you remember now? I think you do. I was one of the girls in that muddy hole, yes? The day you walked past and saw me with my panties down having my young bottom smacked, remember? Yes? Well it doesn't matter a fuck if you don't. You missed a treat my dear Maria, oh yes, because that is how it all started. I went to Father Thomas, just like you, I went to beg for forgiveness. But I was different, braver than you. "Bend over my knee my child, a good spanking will save you." Oh, I can recall it so clearly. But I did not run away like you, I bent over his knee and let him pull my white panties down. I lay across his lap in that dark confession box and let him spank my bare bottom until I cried and sobbed for forgiveness. Oh, I still go wet at the thought, that beautiful punishment, that beautiful spanking. But things changed didn't they Father?"
Father Thomas smiled subserviently.
"His spanking was not enough for me, even the hard ones he gave me. I needed more than that and so, as time went on, though he spanked me so hard, oh so hard, poor Father Thomas had to find me more. A cane, a whip, a chain, but still it was not enough. It was not long before I was training him in the ways of punishment and humiliation. Father, how far we've come. Now, as you can see my dear, I have devoted my life to it. Sometimes I keep a slave for my own purposes, I am having this one, Barbara, but not you my dear, no, I am not going to keep you."
Maria felt her skin tingling with fear. How could Lesley say such things? She looked towards Father Thomas and saw his lips turning up at the corners in a wry smile and, as his teeth were exposed, she saw that wolflike grin spreading across his face and it caused a cold, wet shiver to run down her back.
"Ah Father Thomas, what a marvellous servant you have been. All those girls, how hard you've worked in finding them, how well you have prepared them. They have all been across your knee and have all felt the whip that you have wielded so enthusiastically. We are all so grateful Father."
Lesley turned to Father Thomas and poked the tip of her whip against his face. He opened his mouth and his teeth shone wetly as Lesley ran the end of the whip slowly down the front of his chest until she reached his waist, then she stopped and turned away.
"So what of you, my dear Maria? Well, you will not be here very long, though long enough for a little entertainment I think. Father Thomas tells me you have a taste for being the master, a bit like me! How could you be like me? You are so small, your tits are puny and you are so snivelling and slutty. No, that will not do at all, but I think we can beat it out of you."
Lesley laughed as she stepped forward and stood over Maria who knelt submissively at her feet.
"We have some clients in South America. We have told them what a slut you are and they are eager to see you. You will be shipped out tomorrow. Caleb will be your escort, he will look after you well I'm sure. Perhaps he can help polish up some of your skills on the journey? But for now I need to see how you can perform. We shall soon see if Father Thomas has been doing his job properly!"
Maria was hardly taking it all in. Her eyes looked blackened and stared fearfully up at Lesley and the tape across her mouth caused her to breathe heavily through her nose. Her firm breasts were forced forward by the tightness of the ropes that bound her wrists at the back and her nipples stood out eagerly. Her slim body was smooth and radiant, her buttocks spread slightly as they were pressed outwards by her heels and her curvaceous hips accentuated her slender waist. The tiny, gold cross swung slowly from the thin chain that draped through the noose at her neck. The other end pulled down tightly across her belly and just disappeared into the soft edges of her shaved crack, before emerging again where it ran into the golden ring that pierced her clitoris. Her long hair fell back in a swirl around her neck and trailed loosely onto her shoulder blades.
Lesley bent down, took hold of the small cross at Maria's neck and twirled it slowly between her fingers. The chain pulled at her neck and this tugged at the chain that stretched down to her ring. As Lesley played with the cross, Maria felt the tugging of the ring in her clitoris and shivered as tingling waves of hot excitement flooded through her body.
She felt her clitoris swelling and demanding more and she bent her head slightly to increase the pressure. She looked down and, opening her thighs slightly, saw the ring emerging from the crack of her cunt as her clitoris engorged in response to the gentle pulling of the chain. She looked back up and smiled at Lesley as her clitoris became fully exposed and throbbed between the soft folds at the front of her shaved crack.
"Ah Maria, sometimes I feel so hard to please. I hope you will not disappoint me."
Maria shivered with fear as Lesley parted her legs and flexed the thin black whip between her hands. She thought of the whip and how it would soon be flailing across her buttocks, she thought of all she had been through in the last few days and wondered what else lay ahead. She looked up slightly and felt the tension of the ring in her clitoris, a wetness spread across the soft edges of her cunt and she looked up more.
"Yes, very hard to please,' said Lesley. "Now bend over Maria, and we will begin."
Then the whipping started and Maria strained with agony, delight and expectation.