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?" Sonia asked.



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



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



Amber could see Sonia studying her with great interest, and shuddered when she licked her lips, much as a cat might do before devouring its prey. Never in her life, had she felt so helpless, hanging by her wrists from the ceiling, her nude body shivering slightly as the her light almond skin puckered in the cool, dank air. Then, as if to add insult to injury, the leather strap fastened between her elbows prevented her from moving her head forward past her arms, so she couldn't even look down and see for herself just how stretched and vulnerable she really was.



She did nothing but stare ahead at the stone wall as Sonia paced in a circle - those cat-like eyes surveying her prize. Amber tried to imagine the picture she made. The sweet innocense of her face, the striking young body she had been blessed with, seemed out of place in these dim, dreary surroundings. Her breasts were full and round, and somewhat larger for her slender form, and the tiny vice-like clamps fastened to her nipples, made them a prime target for whatever inflictions Sonia hand planned.



"So tell me," Sonia asked, "have you ever had sex with a female?"



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, dear. 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 sweat breaking out on her forehead and underneath 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. How brave and stupid of you."



Then in one sudden move, Sonia grabbed a fistful of hair and jerked Amber's head backward, forcing her lithe body into almost a back-breaking arch.



"HHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" she screamed into the gag.



Sonia maintained the hold, her fingers enmeshed within Amber's hair. A wry grin played across her face and her eyes narrowed maliciously.



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



Amber thought her spine was going the break under the pressure. Her breasts heaved with each gasp, and the chain between her clamped nipples danced provocatively as she struggled to maintain her footing.



"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 smallest way, you will be punished immediately until you, screaming in agony, beg me to stop the torment."



She released her hold, allowing Amber to straighten her back again, then turned to the table and opened a drawer.



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



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



"Even the skin 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, but it was no use.



"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 just the right spots, the effect can be just as unbearable as the whip."



Sonia placed the feather against Amber's left wrist, then ran it down the length of her arm. Her movements were slow and calculated, and Amber couldn't help flinching as the pointed tip trailed into the deep, silky curves of her open armpit.



"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!"



"Ticklish?" Sonia softly taunted.



She dragged the feather up and down her ribs, across her stomach and around her navel, causing Amber to squirm frantically on the chain. The effect was excruciating - the tip just barely touched her smooth skin.



"Hmm," Sonia mused, "this may work better than I had hoped."



"Mmmmm . . . Hmmmppphhh!"



Moving with the sinuous grace of a dancer, Amber twisted and swayed her lithe body, seeking shelter from the insidious torture, but in doing so, she 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 made creaking sounds under her weight as she struggled to fight off the relentless assault on her naked flesh. Amber felt the feather swirl lightly around each exposed breast. Her nipples became engorged and swelled painfully against the metal clamps. When she tried to roll her body away, Sonia gave her ass a firm swat with palm of her hand, and when she turned back around to avoid another, her breasts were attacked again with the feather. Amber finally threw her head back and wailed, but only muffled mews could be heard through the gag.



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



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



Like an expert tickler, Sonia worked her long, red nails up and down her victomÍs 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.



"I can make you do anything I want. You know that now don't you?"



Amber shook her head 'no' vigorously. By then, a fine sheen of sweat coated her tense body, her skin was crawling all over with sensitivity.



"Oh yes I can . . ." Sonia grasped the chain between her nipples and pulled on it, leaving Amber no choice but to thrust her tits forward. Then she screamed.



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



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



"Ummmmmpppphhhhhhmmmm," Amber tried to pull away, but Sonia maintained her hold on the chain, and probed her fingers up and down her slit, drawing a bead of moisture with it.



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



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



"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Amber moaned.



She felt quite embarrassed as her nipples hardened again, tightening into fleshy, dark pink nubs protruding from her breasts. She could feel her own body giving in to Sonia's constant intrusions, yet she refused to show it and give her the satisfaction of knowing.



"Are you enjoying this little massage?"



"Mmmmmmmph," she shook her head and glared at Sonia in defiance.



"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 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 when making love?"



Amber shook her head.



"I see. A first timer then," Sonia continued to massage her breasts. "Well if you had, then you would know that it can the most sexual experience a woman can have without intercourse. Like now, you are feeling quite aroused, aren't you?"



Amber struggled to fight against her own body's responses. 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," Amber thought to herself. She was repulsed by Sonia's sexual 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. So why donÍt you juust relax and enjoy it."



Sonia found her clit and gently rubbed the tender bud with one finger.



"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"



Amber could feel the orgasm building deep in her lower belly, a tight coil that threatened to explode within. 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. Then both hands moved around to her ass, and stroked both firm globes softly, before grasping them tight with all ten fingers. At the same time, Amber felt a warm tongue, snake its way up her inner thigh, causing her muscles to tense. Sonia squeezed her ass even tighter, and pulled her hips forward, forcing Amber's pussy onto her waiting tongue. Amber 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, hips lifting to press her clitoris deeper into the wet maelstrom.



"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"



Amber had never been intimate with another woman before, nor had she ever really thought about it. In fact, if anyone had asked her a hour ago if she could be excited, sexually, by another female, she would have laughed. Now, this mysterious woman was filling her with a lust she didn't know existed. She touched her in the same places that men have, but in a way that no man ever has.



"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!"



Amber 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 struck. 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. Amber's mind tried to handle all of the sensory input, but couldn't. For the moment, she forgot about everything that had happened to her; forgot about where she was. She thought of nothing, but the pleasurable sensations coursing through her body. When Sonia stood up again, she just hung there gasping, her head back, eyes half-open.



"Now you know how to please another female," she said, "in case your new owner happens to be a woman. You are also very sexual, which is encouraging," then her eyes narrowed, "but I don't recall giving you permission to have an orgasm, did I?"



The implication behind Sonia's 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 other woman's voice. It reminded her of Raven's tone, before he beat her with the crop.



"For now on, you must never reach orgasm unless given explicit permission to do so. If you fail to do this, then you will be whipped severely. Being a fledgling, I realize you didn't know this, nonetheless, I'll have to punish you for your 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, Amber 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 left the floor. Pointing her toes, she searched for the safety and comfort of the floor, but knew it was futile as she heard several more clicks 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 firm, young breasts rose and fell with each gasped breath. The cable had a deliberate twist in it, and Amber, now suspended, slowly revolved 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. I had just said that you are to be whipped."



The room spinned slowly before her and she tossed her head around, looking up to her own bound wrists, then back at Sonia, and finally, to the long whip she was now holding. Her long, silky chestnut hair swung from side to side behind her as she writhed 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 truly hung, totally defenseless. She was really going to be whipped, and she knew it would be bad. Feeling the crop against her bare ass was painful 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. Amber cursed herself for not trying to escape earlier. Now she could do nothing, but hang there by her bound wrists, and hope that Sonia would show her 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 lash to land.