Part 2
My mind wandered as I knelt in my bondage; I had played with self-bondage before but never to the point where I couldn’t release myself in moment’s notice and never with any chance of been discovered. But now I had leaped without thinking into situation that I realised was ridiculously dangerous. I didn’t know Elif at all and here I was butt naked in inescapable bondage awaiting punishment. How could I be so stupid? How could I let my curiosity override my basic common sense?
But even with those thoughts I couldn’t help but feel my arousal begin to build. Elif had given me every chance to walk away but I didn’t, I couldn’t.
My body was glistening and beads of sweat where forming and running down my front and back tickling as they went. I moaned with the pleasure of my torment of the unbearable heat from the sun coming through the small barred window and began to relax again.
It could have only been minutes since Elif had left but the pain in my knees had already returned with a vengeance; I shuffled to try and alleviant my discomfort but was only rewarded with the rattle of chains. With the heat and the pain, I prayed that Elif would return quickly to end my suffering; but instantly realised what that would mean and would have laughed if not for the bridal.
Praying for Elif’s return to be shown naked and chained to complete strangers and then mercilessly punished on god knows which of the torture devices down the corridor. “God, I hope she comes back quickly” I thought as I felt my cheeks go red. I rested my head back against the wall and thought of the torture chamber. What will she do to me? Whip me on the cross, make me ride the Spanish horse, stretch me on the rack? That did it. I have always loved the idea of the rack and have made it the focus of many of my fantasies. God, I hope she stretches me. I suddenly became aware of the heat between my legs and feel my juices begin to run down the inside of my thighs. I want to touch myself so badly; this is absolute torture. I struggle, not to get free but to try and get some friction between my legs. All the thoughts of the heat and pain gone, replaced with the singular but impossible desire to cum. The chains rattle as I twist and pull at them.
I was so focused on my desire that I hadn’t heard the footsteps coming down the hall. I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard the click of lock. I froze as the door creaked open.
Elif step in smiling at me and I felt myself breathe out, not realising that I had been holding my breath.
“Well, the puddle got bigger” she laughed as she came to stand in front of me. I felt myself go bright red with embarrassment as I glanced down. There was no point denying it, this was the most aroused I had ever been in my life and Elif knew it.
I looked towards the door with a moment of realisation that strangers should be stood there staring at me. But no one was there in the dark corridor and to my surprise I felt disappointed and grew even redder. Elif saw the look on my face and spoke unable to hide the amusement in her voice; “Oh don’t worry I haven’t started the tour yet”. She dropped a bag next to her which hit the floor with a loud crash. For a moment I was curious about the contents but Elif crouched down in front of me her fingers gentle lifting my chin, guiding it so I was looking straight at her.
“There are only a couple of backpackers waiting. So… I thought with such a small group it might be a nice idea to make it a more interactive tour”.
My eyes widen with concern as I considered what she meant, how was she going to make it more interactive than it was already; then it dawned on me.
“Yes, my dear, I’m going to see if they would like to help in your punishment”. Her mischievous smile had returned.
She reached forward and began unlocking the bridle, removing it carefully. I groaned as the heavy metal was removed.
“Thank you…. Cellat” Genuinely grateful for the little relief she had given me.
“Good girl, I wasn’t sure if you would remember what to call me” She said as she stroked my hair.
She continued “So what do you think. You were ready to volunteer earlier to help with a demonstration”.
“But I don’t have a choice Cellat” Speaking softly. “I’m Lady Liz. Chained up awaiting my punishment as you see fit” I look into her eyes and smile as I repeat the terms agreed earlier.
She gently caresses my face and give me a tender kiss on the forehead, “Very well, let’s get you ready, Lady Liz”.
Within a few minutes later Elif has released me from the cuffs and chains holding me to the wall of the cell and had me sit down with my legs stretched out in front of me.
I could have thrown myself at her and hugged the life out of her for that mercy; My knees were so sore. I groaned with pure relief and pleasure as I stretched my legs. She smiled at me “Enjoy it while it lasts!” the wicked smile crossing her face once again. I just smiled back.
Elif turned and dragged the heavy bag that she had brought in with her over and unzips it. I strain a little against the collar to see as curiosity gets the better of me but could only caught a glimpse of thick chains. Elif started pulling out a set of thick heavy metal cuffs; 4 cuffs and a collar. They looked like the ones hanging from the wall; dark and tarnished like they had been hanging in a dungeon for centuries. Except these were a lot thicker and didn’t have a clip to lock them. Elif was unscrewing a bolt holding the band using a key she had pulled from the bag. Once the cuff was unlocked, she moved forward and sat next to me and open the cuff with a squeak from the hinge. She looked at me said, “Wrist”.
Without hesitation I placed my wrist in the cuff and Elif closed it; Elif smiled, “Perfect fit; it’s almost like they were made for you”. The cuff held my wrist firmly but didn’t cause any discomfort, except that it weighed a tonne. Elif quickly took the key and began tightening the bolt and my excitement grew again as I realised that cuffs would be the ones that held me as I was punished. It took longer for Elif to put me in all the cuffs as the bolts took a lot of time to unscrew and then tighten and it occurred to me that if something was to happen, I wouldn’t be able to get them off quickly or discreetly and that really excited me.
With the cuffs and collar on Elif turned to the bag once again and took out several padlocks and 2 short lengths of chain. She locked the first chain between my ankles shackling me; the chain was only 12 inches long but was really thick and heavy. I lifted my ankle to test the weight and grunted involuntarily with the effort it took. Elif laughed and ran her fingers over the sole of my foot that sent me into spasm and made me squeal and beg, “NO!!! Please don’t. My feet are really ticklish and I can’t stand anyone touching them”. Elif look at me with a look of sheer joy and the evillest smile I have ever seen but simply replied, “Okay no tickling”. But the way she said it sent a shiver of fear and excitement down my spine.
She finished by attaching a chain to the back of my collar that ran down to the middle of my back and then locked my wrist cuffs to the end. Elif inspected her work and stated, “Good, don’t want you playing with yourself and wearing yourself out”. I felt myself go bright red as the thought of playing with myself had been the only thought in my head for the last 10 minutes.
“The final touch”, Elif announced as she picked up the scowls bridle. “Any last words?”.
I turned and look at her and taking a deep breath I replied, “An authentic experience? No mercy”.
Elif gently enclosed the bridle over my head forcing the bit into my mouth. She locked it and moved in front of me and stared into my eyes and said with a serious expression, “No Mercy”.
With that she collected the bag and left locking the cell door. Once again alone naked and chain in my cell I looked to the small window and realised how hot it was. But at least now I could shuffle and sit it a shady corner of the cell. I leaned against the stone wall in the corner enjoying the relative coolness and I began to doze. How on earth that was possible I don’t know, but doze off I did.
I have no idea how long I dozed for as time chained up in the cell seems to have no meaning; 5 minutes feels like 5 hours or 5 seconds when your mind begins to wander. No clocks or way to tell what time; only if it is day or night because of the light shining through the bars of the window.
I was debating whether to curl up on the floor and try to sleep when I heard the faint sound of foot steps coming down the passage way. I tried to focus on the footsteps but all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart in my ears; was I terrified or excited, I couldn’t work it out. The footsteps came close and could hear the distinctive clicking of Elif’s flanked by the clomping of 2 sets of heavy boots. My mind jumped to the conclusion that the 2 back packers must be men; which was immediately following a movement of panic with the realisation that I would be completely naked and at the mercy of two guys. But the moment past quickly to be replaced by a sudden heat between my legs as I became aroused once again.
The footsteps stopped outside the cell and I could hear them talking but couldn’t make out what was been said. I was straining to hear so hard that the click of the lock almost made me jump out of my skin. I drew my knees up to my chest as if that would protect me from what was to come.
The door groaned as it opened and Elif stepped in. “Hiding in the corner isn’t going to save you Lady Liz; come here and kneel”.
I was frozen with fear and just stared back at her. In a swift almost graceful movement Elif strolled across the cell and took hold of the bridle and pulled me away from the wall. My movement was considerably less than graceful as I stumbled and fell in my chains. I landed in the middle of the cell, back in the fiery sunlight and instantly felt the sweat begin to form all over my body. My breath was ragged and I groaned as I strained to bring myself up onto my knees; which is not easy with your wrists shackled behind your back.
Elif pulled my head back so we were looking straight at each other. “It will go a lot easier if you do as you’re told”.
She released my head and turned back towards the door where to my confusion stood 2 young girls (neither one could have been older than 21). “Please come in, as you can see, she is fully restrained.” Elif coaxed them in.
They stepped in one after the other. The first girl was very tall and skinny with very short blonde hair and the second was much shorter and a little bigger with long black hair. Both where wearing the same outfit of a white t-shirt with cut-off jeans revealing their pale legs that went down to their heavy walking boots; which is why I had got it wrong from the footsteps earlier.
Both of them looked utterly confused as they looked me up and down. The blonde girl turned to Elif and in an almost whisper said, “I didn’t think you were actually been seriously; I thought this was part of the tour and it would be an actress in a costume.” in a thick Scottish accent.
Elif in a very calm voice said, “Mai, Alice I told you the truth earlier; the pathetic creature before you is the former Lady Liz who was caught having an affair and is here to be tortured for her confession”.
The black hair girl spurted out in a Yorkshire accent, “Actually tortured?”
“Yes Alice, if you would like to assist.” Elif said in a very matter of fact way as if it was normal. But at least I could put names to my 2 new potential torturers. The blonde girl was Mia and black hair girl was Alice.
Alice who was still in a state of disbelief spoke again, “How do we know that you haven’t just kidnapped this person?”
Elif turned to me, “Have you been kidnapped?” I shook my head vigorously to indicate no. “Would you like to be set free?” again I shake my head. “Do you want to be tortured and humiliated with out mercy” I pause for a second not because of doubt but to ensure that both Mia and Alice are looking at me, and then I nod.
Elif turns to the girls and clarifies, “You see, she wants this. But for the purpose of roleplay we are going treat her like a disgraced whore. So, from this point on you are not to show her any kindness. Do you understand?” Both girls nodded.
Elif went on, “Are you 2 sure you would like to continue? We are going to hurt her and make her suffer. It won’t be pretend.”
Both girls look at me in the eye and nodded. Mia looked nervous and pale. But Alice had a big evil smile across her face.
Elif moved towards the door, “You 2 grab an arm each and bring her to the torture chamber and we will begin”.
Mia moved to my left bent and gently took hold of my arm still looking nervous. Alice moved to my right and grabbed my arm roughly and whispered into my ear. “I’m going to enjoy this”.
“So am I.” was all I could think as I was pulled to my feet. Alice took the lead pulling hard and quickly causing me to stumble as the chain between my ankles forced me to take smaller steps.
Once in the passageway the girls flanked me and moved at a steady pace; I had to shuffle quickly to keep up. But I didn’t care as I had already slipped back into my little world with the sound of my feet slapping the stone floor and the rattle of chains. I now knew that it was both terror and excitement; but definitely more excitement.
We entered the torture chamber and motioned us into the first alcove on the left; where a low wooden platform sat up against the back wall with a set of stocks. 2 thick heavy dark stained pieces of wood with 4 holes (2 close together in the middle and the other two at either end) set about a metre in front of the wall. Heavy chains were hanging down from the wall about 2 metres apart.
I was moved next to the stocks and the girls, my guards kept hold of me. Elif moves behind me, close enough so I could feel her breath on the back of my neck which sends a shiver of excitement and fear down my spine. She took hold of my cuffed wrists and I soon hear the click of the padlock. My two guards held my arms firmly to my side so even though they were no longer locked together I was still restrained.
They each move a hand on to my shoulder and with an unseen signal from Elif they force me down to my knees; they did it harshly and I yelp through the bridle as the pain exploded in my knees. My palms slap against the floor as I scramble to keep my balance, but no sooner than I was down they grab my arms again and pull me on to the platform.
I’m dragged forward, moving from the hard-cold stone floor up on to the rough wooden planks. it’s so hard on my knees! I feel sick. Panicked. I had to bite down on the bit of the bridle to stop myself from crying out. On the wooden platform they twist me, forcing me to turn and face the wall, which is inches from my face. I can feel the smooth wood of the stocks pressing against the soles of my feet before a hand took hold of my left foot, I strain to turn my head to see Elif guiding it into the one of the more central holes followed swiftly by my right. The strain on my neck begins to hurt so I turn back to face wall. I can feel the smooth wood against my shins just above the metal cuffs shackling my ankles.
Elif moves silently next to my left ear and whispers make me jump, “Don’t move; I don’t want to nip you”, she moved away and I turn again straining to see her lowering the top half of the stocks. The clunk of wood on wood sends another shiver down my spine. My mind races with a single thought, ‘My god; this is actually happening’.
Elif tightens the bolts holding the halves of the stocks firmly together. I wriggle a bit to test my new restraints and find that the stocks aren’t very tight and I can move my feet around; only by a cm or 2. I try pulling my feet though the holes but am rewarded with a thud of metal on wood as the shackles collide with the stocks.
My right arm is yanked up and to the side and secured to one of the chains hanging from the wall with a padlock. Click.
There goes my left arm. Click.
Elif moves to my right and begin to speak as if giving a tour. “The first torture that this little whore will endure will be “falaka”; this is usually used as a form of corporal punishment rather than torture. However, it is particular suitable for this prisoner.” She looks down at me smiling and we keep eye contact as she continues. “Falaka consists of hitting the soles of a person's bare feet with a thin stick or cane.” I feel the colour drain from face, as I realise how truly evil Elif. Mia speaks up from behind me, “Why is it particularly suitable?”.
Elif who is still looking straight at me replies. “For 2 reason. Firstly, the prisoner here stupidly let on that she has extremely sensitive feet. I barely touched then whilst chaining her earlier and she beg me not to tickle them. A promise I will keep; but it would be ashamed to not take advantage of them in some way. Secondly, unlike most types of punishments this was meant to be more painful than it was to do actual harm, and the pain lasts for many hours; possibly days which would make it harder for the prisoner to try and attempt to escape.”
“Should we remove the gag so she can confess?” I heard Alice speak.
Elif replied with a little laugh, “No I don’t think so. There will be plenty of time and other tortures for her to confess.”
Elif moved close to my ear and spoke softly, “We don’t want this to be over too soon do we?”. Unable to speak I simply moaned in agreement.
I heard Elif move away with the clicking of her heals. She didn’t go far and returned quickly.
My heart way pounding and I was breathing heavily in anticipation. But sudden my heart freezes with fear. I feel a thin stick been drawn across the sole of my left foot; it's gone but reappears on my right foot.
I’m suddenly gripped by panic and every fibre of my being wants to escape. I’m sure Elif can see my panic as my muscles strain against the chains and stocks. They watch me struggle and sweat knowing that any chance of escape is hopeless; all I’m doing is wearing myself out. Eventually after what feels like hours but in reality, is seconds, I calm down. I’m panting hard and feel like I could faint.
I’m brought back to life when I feel someone’s breath on my ear. it’s Elif “ Are you quite finished? I was gong to ease you in but after that little display…” She’s gone.
Then I scream.
A single stroke and the soles of my left foot is on fire. I’d intended on showing strength and take my punishment with dignity; who was I kidding. The struggling resumes but this does deter Elif as my right exploded with fire and pain.
Elif changed tactics after her first strike; and alternates between each foot after each batch of 10 strokes.
But after the first batch of strokes to each foot it couldn’t matter, I had already broken. I was a blubbering mess; who would have confessed to anything to make it stop. After the third set I was shaking uncontrollably on the edge of absolute despair and it stops.
I slump as my body gives out, the chains and my shackle wrists keeping me up right. Relief floods my body but can do little to quell the pain in my feet. I’m sobbing uncontrollably, tears running down my face and body.
It takes a moment for me to realise that Elif is crouched next to me. She lifts my chin gentle with her finger tips to look me in the eyes. God, I must have looked a mess. She smiled and then I felt her other hand stroking my inner thigh. I half sob, half moaned as her hand moved between my legs spreading my labia. Elif gave a satisfied groan as checked my wetness. My body came back to life as she brushed my clit before firmly inserting 2 fingers inside of me. I let out a loud moan as she wriggles her fingers inside of me. I leant back pulling on the wall chains so could I shift my hips to allow me to fuck them. My feet are still on fire and throbbing but all is forgiven. This could make me come. I scream, “Oh my God I want to come!” inaudibly through the bridle. But the fingers had disappeared; I look at Elif pleading with eyes not to stop but its soon clear that this was going to be just another torment.
Elif eyes have the evil look again, “No no no, you don’t get that.” My body slumps once again. She turns to look behind me and gesture Mia and Alice to come closer.
Panic returns in a flash as I feel thin sticks on soles of both feet. I turn my head to each side to catch a glimpse of Mai and Alice both tracing lines across my feet with canes. I shake my head violently to say no and I turn and stare into Elif’s pleading for no more.
But I know it’s hopeless.
Elif instructs them to start with light taps and gradually build up. I wriggle my feet and toes to get some relief from the attack but it continues unaffected. I strain against the restraints as the thwacks get faster and harder. I’m on the edge again but somehow this time its different. Elif pulls my head forward to look at her but speaks to Mia and Alice.
“Each time I signal, you are going hit her as hard as you can”. My eyes open wide in terror as they move from Elif’s eyes to her hand. The assault continues on my feet but I hardly notice as wait for the signal. I do not have to wait long, Elif’s hand drops…
THWACK!!!
I throw my head back and my body goes ridged. I don’t scream, I can’t scream; it like I”ve had an electric shock. No sooner has it passed that Elif signals again
THWACK!!!
And again
THWACK!!!
The pain is coursing through my but this time instead of despair, it’d bringing me to life. I’m not screaming; I’m moaning. I keep thrusting my hips out with every strike. Until the final strike where something in me explodes. My head flies back and hips are pushed as far forwarded as possible. I can hardly breath and all I can hear is my heart pounding and the sound of rushing water. The feeling passes and I slump. It’s takes a second for me to regain my faculties but when I do, I hear Mia behind me sounding disgusted, “Did she just piss herself?”. Confused I look down to find myself kneeling in a puddle. I look at Elif who is wearing the biggest smile I have ever seen. “No, she had a paingasm”.
“A what?” Came a joint response
“A paingasm, it’s an orgasm from pain. It would appear our Lady Liz is a true masochist. Not to mention a spurter. We’ll leave her here whilst we get the next torture ready”.
Elif leant forward and kissed me on the forehead and said, “I’m so happy you came to visit; we’re going to have so much fun”.
Elif got up and led the other 2 away before heading out of the chamber; Elif turned the lights off as they went leaving me in total darkness. It was peaceful and I felt strangely relaxed everything considering; the only thing that was disturbed me was a dripping. But I realised that it was my own juices trickling of the platform onto the stone floor.
My god this was good; I’m glad I came too.
Continues in part three