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A Passing of the Whip
(Melissa DuVant)
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Unfree Volume 2: A Passing of the Whip Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the author of this book
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to the author, and all incidents are pure invention. Table of Contents Chapter One: Visiting the Rookery Chapter Two: An Unexpected Passing Chapter Three: Broken on the Wheel Chapter Four: A Change of Owners Chapter Five: Sealing the Deal Chapter Six: Bossing Around the Boss Chapter Seven: Under New Management Chapter Eight: A Ring is Given Chapter One: Winter Arrangements A Gentleman Takes His Pleasure Chapter One: A Night at the Club Chapter Two: Pressing the Flesh Chapter Three: The Clothes Make the Woman Chapter Four: Promenading a Piece Miss Katherine and Her Boy: A Training Trip Chapter Four: Visiting Relatives Chapter Five: An Object Lesson Chapter Six: Gaining an Apprentice Chapter Seven: An Elegant Evening Chapter Eight: Sharp Eyes, Sharper Nails Chapter Nine: A Local Visitation For Formant - thanks for getting me started in all of this! A Passing of the Whip Chapter One: Visiting the Rookery Eva raised her hand and waved, trying not to get pushed aside on the bustling street. She could see Cora, leaning against a wall, looking tough enough not to get bothered by the beggars and mumpers, even the ponces leaving her alone. It must be nice being able to drive people off with just a glare! She pushed forward, as though she were walking into a heavy breeze, fighting her way through the throng. Bloody nobles, acting all high and mighty, like they owned the place! Even though they probably did but being shoved around by fancied-up high-bloods made it a right pain to get anywhere. She fixed one, a bright young chit of a thing, with her most fearsome gaze, imagining her pale, white skin getting lashed bloody, that pretty mouth sealed with metal, unable to even beg for mercy. It seemed to work, the girl freezing in place, giving Eva enough time to advance through the crowd, into the bubble of space next to Cora. She was dressed like normal, in her leather trousers and sleeveless top, showing off the carefully-inked tattoos that spiraled over her arms and across her chest. Eva poked her beneath the ribs, drawing a grunt from the larger woman, a fist coming around in response until she recognized Eva and smiled, relaxing her gloved hand. 'You made it! Your master let you have some time off then?' 'I managed to convince him.' Eva ran her tongue over her lips and smiled. 'Think he's going soft on me!' 'Master Aberforth, going soft on his property? Never thought I'd see the day, he was a right bastard to me. What's with the get up?' Cora plucked at Eva's skirt, long and loose, falling to her knees, a far cry from the short strip of cloth she was normally permitted. 'Says he doesn't want me getting troubled, forced me to wear it. And I'm belted as well.' She shivered and bit her lip - he'd taken great delight in teasing her with that, bringing her to the edge, again and again, before locking the metal (chilled in an icebox) around her crotch. 'I wanted to show me legs off, but he wouldn't let me.' Although the skirts were still divided, letting her pull them to the side to show off the chastity belt beneath. 'Damn, if it's an Aberforth original, I can't get it off for you.' Cora wrapped an arm around the younger girl's shoulders. 'I'm sure you can persuade him to do it for you. New collar as well? Old man must be getting soft!' Eva stroked the bright red metal, new enough that she could still feel it, engraved with the address of where to return her to. 'He's still hard in all the right ways.' She could feel her back and butt burning from her caning still, Aberforth having used her as a practice target to demonstrate his wares. She squirmed happily, feeling herself getting aroused at the memory. 'But I want to see this place you told me about. Sounds like a fun visit.' 'Heard about it from a customer. My master wants me to check it out as well.' She shifted her arm, hooking it through Eva's. Eva was glad of her heels, raising her high enough that she was almost as tall as Cora, rather than her true height, almost half a head shorter. She let herself be led from the bustling street into the back-alleys and side-streets, where the other people around went from being nobles and merchants to being roughly-dressed commoners and workers. She had to remember to hold her own skirt up high, to keep it out of the mud, feeling her glossy boots squish and squelch - she would have to get one of the other slaves to clean them on her return. Master Aberforth liked her neat and tidy and clean! They tracked through several rookeries, Eva trying to ignore the smell, the inhabitants eying them suspiciously. Then they came to a metal grille with a slot open, beady eyes watching them approach. Cora whispered to her. 'The owner here likes a bit of a show, so just play along.' She knocked her hand against the metal in a swift pattern, beating out a tune, then repeating it. Metal rattled and the grille opened, jaunty music spilling out, a fiddle sawing away. A burly-looking street tough nodded at them, gesturing at them to enter, staring at Cora with obvious appreciation. She returned his gaze with interest, before Eva pulled on her arm, wanting to see. They moved through the darkened passageway, Eva hanging tightly onto Cora's arm. She must be getting soft herself, too much time with the fancy that shopped at Master Aberforth's place! The music got louder, and the sounds of fucking could be heard, meat slapping together, gagged cries of mostly-pleasure. She started walking faster, now pulling Cora along, as they emerged into a courtyard, surrounded by tall, narrow houses. Eva gasped in delight. It was a meat market! But nothing like the tidy and polished auctions of the wealthy, with property chained up, half-broken already and marked for sale. This was rough and raw, cages sat in mud, occupants snarling at anyone that got too close. Wooden stakes had been pounded into the earth, several people spreadeagled between them, all bearing the marks of lash and whip, some still protesting. Most of the crowd were lower-class, here to rent rather than buy, a line of stocks containing squealing fuck-meat, well-used, by the looks of it. Pasted on the wooden boards above the wriggling legs and backsides were postcards and theatre posters, showing leading actresses and overt pornography. As if they would ever be caught dead in a place like this! Although a few of the legs were shod in silk stockings - could be some of the fancy slumming it, wanting a bit of rough. There was a loud yelp from one side - Eva turned to see a young woman, her corset torn asunder, a barrel rolled beneath her back, her limbs pull taut by ropes pegged to the ground. Metal clamps were applied to her nipples, stretching them out as a long needle penetrated the flesh. Not as smoothly as Cora would have done it, of course, but it was exciting to see. The girl didn't seem very happy about it, but with a thick wad of rags in her mouth, she was in no position to complain. Two showgirls, their clothing sparkling and clean and standing out, had a dandy pushed up against the wall, his breeches around his ankles. One held him by the throat, slapping him across the face whenever he tried to speak. The other was kneeling, gently licking the tip of his cock while tightly squeezing his balls, threatening to crush them if he came without permission, her other hand rummaging through his wallet. Well, if he could afford to dress like that, then he clearly had too much money. 'It's wonderful! How did you find out about this place?' 'Noticed a few regulars showing up with shitty piercings. Had to ask a few questions but found this place.' 'Your master lets you out? That's not fair, Master Aberforth barely ever lets me out! I had to do all sorts of things to be allowed here today.' She pouted. 'How many of those things did you suggest to him?' 'Well... most of them, but that's not the point! Are you even belted?' Cora shifted her hips, tweaking her trousers to reveal a band of metal, well-worn, the area around the lock scraped and scratched. 'Yes, but he's not figured out I can crack the lock yet. He's been spending most of his time with some new fancy piece he got a while bac, and the new shop, so I figure fair's fair. If he's not going to spend any time with me, I'm going to make my own fun.' A whip cracked the air, the familiar sound of leather striking flesh, a cry muffled by a gag. 'You really have to teach me lockpicking. Some of the meat that came in, mmm, lovely, but I can't do anything fun with them other than get all het up. Hey, what's that?' She moved towards a barrel suspended in the air, with several holes cut in it, a tough keeping a watchful eye on her. Leather straps had been attached to the outside as handholds - as she watched a man tossed a penny to the guard, then got his cock out and thrust it into a hole, grinding away until he came. When he withdrew, his cock was coated in slobber - someone must be locked inside. Then she counted the holes. Several someone's, meaning it must be pretty damn cozy in there! A gap opened in the crowd, the shoppers making way for a female figure clad in a fine dress, probably worth as much as the entire building. Behind her was a servant, head bound in leather, eyes and mouth both sealed away, kept close behind their mistress by a leash. She saw them and approached, her servant getting dragged along behind. Eva curtsied, bowing her head, Cora pausing before following suit, her trousers rather less suited to the motion. 'Lady Brimton, how unexpected.' 'Aberforth's girl? And you're Laurence's, are you not?' The servant didn't realize that she had stopped moving and bumped into her, Lady Brimton half-turning and slapping her across the face. 'Convey my respects to your masters.' 'Of course, Lady Brimton.' Eva paused before speaking, hoping it wouldn't be taken amiss. 'Is there anything we may help with?' She smiled, the mood relaxing slightly. 'Oh, this is mostly for pleasure, not business. I have a new piece and was seeking some appropriate clothing for them. Something once proud, but now rather... well-used. And I have been hearing stories of this place for quite some time. And I thought to get a gift for dear George as well. Something of our own culture for once! It is intriguing to see how the lower orders comport themselves, there is a certain charm in the brutality. It was at a place such as this that I first acquired Alicia.' She tugged on the leash slightly, the hooded maid sufficiently used to her mistress' movements that she didn't step forward. 'I do hope you have Jacinda in hand? She really is quite troublesome, or so I hear.' 'I, um...' Eva stumbled over her words, not sure if Lady Brimton was trying to get her in trouble. Jacinda had made her intentions quite clear - as soon as Master died, then Eva would be sold to whomever wanted to, preferably a long way away. It seemed safer to be cautious, just in case. 'Master's daughter has been absent recently.' Lady Brimton sniffed. 'Hmmm. She is rather a disgrace to her father. I was hoping that a husband-to-be would take her to task and teach her some respect for what her father has created.' She glared at Eva. 'But it seems that may be too much to ask for. Nevertheless, I have business to be about.' She grimaced. 'And this place really could do with better drainage. Quite toxic, I think.' Eva glanced down - Lady Brimton's fine leather boots were splattered with mud. 'I shall have to have them cleaned.' She stepped away, pulling her servant away behind her. Despite being blindfolded and hobbled, the servant's hands were free, carrying a large and heavy-looking sack, as Lady Brimton moved towards the shoeshine girl. She was collared and chained to a heavy wooden box, manacles and chains binding her wrists and her ankles, the chain so short she wouldn't be able to stand. The area around the box was itself rank with clinging grey mud. Behind the girl was her owner, making sure no-one used her improperly, at least without permission. She was dressed in slightly worn hand-downs - compared to a true noble, she looked shabby, but relative to the rogues and vagabonds, she was almost royalty. Lady Brimton, surprisingly, paid in advance, then placed a heeled boot firmly upon the box. The owner slapped a cane across her backside, well-marked from previous strikes, and she crawled forward. From the tears in her eyes, she must be new to her position, but too terrified to resist. Her tongue crept out of her mouth, licking at the fine black leather, scraping away the mud. At least it was relatively fresh, still wet and easy to get off without having to moisten it first. Between licks, she turned her head, spitting out the mud onto the ground, having to crawl through her own spit every time she moved. All she was allowed to wear was the remains of a sack, tied around her waist with a belt, showing her body to the crowd. She had a good body - watching her dance on a spiked board with a noose around her neck, those large breasts jiggling under a cane, would be entertaining. From her clear skin, she must have been a merchant's girl or something, rather than working the shallows or a common street judy. That probably explained her lack of fight - if Eva were in that position, she'd be scratching and fighting. At least then you could draw some attention and maybe get a better position rather than being a mud-spattered tool, not even a person. The girl probably wouldn't last long - even being adopted by a noble as harsh as Lady Brimton would be healthier for her in the long run. More tears ran down her face as she continued to lick and kiss Lady Brimton's shoe, desperate to get it clean. When the leather was as shiny as spit allowed, it was wiped against the girl's cheek to get the spit off, before being replaced with the other shoe, that getting tended next. Eva turned away from the licking and slobbering, moving towards another display, of battered outfits and restraints, trickled down from the finer houses. Most were in need of a clean and some stitching, making her thankful that Master always dressed her nicely. The short skirts were much more convenient than these silly ankle-length things! And she liked showing her legs off anyway, not hiding them away behind reams of fabric. Was there anything here that Master might find interesting? Amongst the belts (both metal and leather) there were a few nicely made pins, the pointed at one end, with nicely-crafted metal patterns on the other, or holes to allow other attachments. She imagined them stuck into her breasts, the weights shifting with every moment, Master taking a knotted cord to her, arms bound around her head. She shivered in delight, the belt suddenly seeming very tight, pressing against her sex, as she negotiated with the stall owner. From the pattern on the pins, they were foreign, some fancy foreign crest painted on and mostly faded. She managed to get a good price, carefully testing one on her finger. Master would surely enjoy them, and she could already feel them, sliding into her flesh! She shivered again, a smile coming to her face. Cora was looking at her with a grin. 'You've really got it bad for him, huh? I don't mind my owner, at least he gets distracted easily.' 'Master Aberforth is...' She squirmed her thighs together, getting hot and wet just thinking about it. 'Wonderful. The things he does to me, and lets me do to others... And he lets me warm his bed at night.' 'Heh, sounds like you've got a good place. And he even lets you out and about with some pocket money! Just Jacinda to worry about. She's got it in for you.' 'Master keeps trying to marry her off, but she's not having it. I want her with someone nice and strict, so Master can hand me over as well. But she's too busy going to parties and stuff like that.' 'I hope for your sakes Master Aberforth finds her a husband soon. Sounds like she could be a problem.' Silence suddenly bloomed, as Lady Brimton appeared behind them, shoes now clean, her expression carefully controlled. A messenger boy stood close by, as Lady Brimton reached out and grasped her shoulder. 'Aberforth's girl, come with me. Now.' She didn't explain further, simply walking away, leaving Eva no choice but to follow, Cora giving her a concerned look. They exited through a rather less dank exit, Lady Brimton simply sweeping past guards and bouncers, who didn't dare ask for an explanation. Her servant managed to keep up, although the sounds from behind the leather gag were getting louder as they tried to breath enough, their corset wickedly tight and limiting their breath. In the street outside, she raised a hand, a coach coming to a stop, everyone getting in. Chapter Two: An Unexpected Passing Lady Brimton spoke to the driver and the coach started to roll with the crack of a whip. Eva shifted uncomfortably in her seat - she had travelled by coach before, but normally either in the luggage in the roof, or entertaining the other passengers. Being sat in a passenger seat felt odd and made her nervous. What had happened? Had Master sold her to Lady Brimton? He wouldn't do that without at least telling her though, would he? He was old, but not going dotty, and still wanted someone to keep his cock warm in the night, or to test his devices on. Lady Brimton gave her a tight smile before speaking. 'I regret to be the one telling you this, but Master Aberforth has been taken badly sick. It seems he had been concealing the extent of his illness for quite some time, from me at least. You may have to care for him, and pray he endures. Otherwise all that he built may be wasted away in short time.' She fixed Eva with a hard look. 'He is a dear friend to me, and speaks highly of you, especially for one of your low birth. His heir, on the other hand, well... Long past time she was taken in hand, in my opinion. You should, perhaps, try and... adjust factors in your favor, should the opportunity present itself.' Eva tried to think of a response, her mind going blank. Master had been less frisky lately, but, well, he was old, despite the firmness of his hands and the hardness of his cock. But sick? He had been spending more time on his own, but he couldn't be dying, could he? Lady Brimton was still looking at her, that strange, polite smile on her face as they travelled through the town. 'I would strongly advise that you give some thought to your own future. You are talented at your craft, and I would hate to see such obvious passion go to waste. You are far more his heir than Jacinda is. Ah, we have arrived. Kindly convey my best wishes to your master and think upon my words. I would not care to intrude upon such a private moment, but I do hope to see you again.' She opened the carriage door for Eva, allowing her to get out. Her heart skittered in her chest as she went to the rear door, up the stairs - Master liked to live above the shop, so he could always be close to what was important to him. The front room was cluttered with bits and pieces of his craft, heavy wooden chairs with spikes and prongs attached, cuffs and chains hanging from the ceiling. As she moved to his bedroom, the door opened in her face, knocking her backwards. She caught a glimpse of a crowded bedroom, several serious-looking men standing around the bed, before Jacinda slammed the door shut behind herself. She was already dressed as though for mourning, in a long black dress, a low-cut corset shaping her breasts and showing off her hour-glass figure, a veil ready at her waist. As soon as she saw Eva, she grinned wickedly, then reached out and grabbed Eva by the hair, fingers digging in tightly, wrenching her back and forth a few times. Eva bit back her pain, still unsure what was happening. 'Mistress Jacin...' Jacinda ignored her protests, dragging her to an open chest on the far side of the room. 'I'll deal with you later, slut.' She yanked at Eva's hair again, making her step into the chest, then shoving her downwards. 'What's... what's going on?' That earned her a slap, hard fingers smacking across her cheek. 'You don't need to know. Down.' She pushed, hard, her other hand slapping Eva in the stomach, knocking the wind from Eva. Still in shock and surprise, she bent at the knees, letting herself be put into the trunk, which was then closed over her and locked, sealing her into the darkness. What was going on? Master had seemed healthy enough this morning, at least for an old man, and quite frisky. But was she Jacinda's now? If so, she was probably going to be sold off to some fat, stinking merchant, spread out in his guestroom or worse, shackled into a rookery for use by anyone. And Jacinda had no skill at the business - all of Master's work, all his devices and craft, gone. Too late, she recovered some sense of her herself, slamming her fists against the lid of the trunk, finding it securely locked. Something slammed against it from the outside, probably Jacinda kicking it. And then the trunk shifted, getting moved somewhere. When the movement had stopped, she cautiously pushed again - it was still locked. And well-made enough that breaking out from the inside was impossible. At least the airways were clear though, even if not large enough to see out of. She hadn't been taken out of the house, but if Master had died... At least let her pay respects! Bitch! She kicked out, slamming a foot against the wood. All she could do was wait, trapped in the darkness. A loud "click" woke her from her light doze as the trunk was unlocked. How long had it been? It was impossible to tell, but she didn't think long. The lid creaked open, the space dark except for a low light from gas lanterns. There was the scent of metal, leather and fuck-sweat - she must have been moved into one of the demonstration rooms. The familiar scent made her relax; there was nothing little in here that she feared or hadn't had used on her before. Or used on herself, much to Master's delight! 'Get up, slut.' Jacinda's voice was slurred, from tiredness or drinking, Eva couldn't tell. 'Let's get a look at you, see what I'm selling.' There was no choice but to obey. Eva pushed the lid of the trunk open and stood up, glancing around to see where she was. Yes, it was the largest demonstration room, still set up for a show, with a few comfortable chairs for guests, the centerpiece a large metal circle, designed to hold someone in the center by their limbs, while still allowing access to their front and back. There was a large basin beneath it that could be filled with water, so they could be dunked at need. In one corner was a caged piece, probably forgotten in the chaos, staying very still and hoping not to be noticed. Jacinda was still in her grieving clothes, next to a table of whips and lashes and canes. Her gait was staggering and uneven - there was an open bottle of wine on the table as well, she was clearly drunk. 'Come here. You belong to me now, at least I until I can find someone to buy you. Shouldn't take long, you're quite fetching and well-trained. And take that ridiculous skirt off.' That was an order Eva was happy to obey, stripping it off so she was wearing just her corset, collar and belt, taking some comfort in the familiar restraints. Jacinda picked up a cane and moved it through the air, swinging from the shoulder rather than the wrist so it made little noise. Eva moved closer as Jacinda swung the cane again, only barely better this time. She poked Eva with the cane, prodding it into meaty part of her thigh. 'Useless slut. Why my father liked you so much I don't know.' She moved closer, scent of wine heavy on her breath, digging her nails into Eva's breasts. 'These aren't that good.' The cane cracked against Eva's hand. 'I'm sure you'll make a good fucktoy for someone. Hopefully a long way away. And then I can sell the rest of this place. Tomorrow I'll sign all this over, get rid of everything.' She knocked against the table, wine spilling over a leather whip, making Eva wince. Then Jacinda moved to grab her by the throat. Eva slapped the hand out of the way and grabbed at Jacinda's dress, the ruffles easy to get purchase on, shoving back. 'Hey! Obey me, you dumb slut!' She slapped Eva across the face, Eva ignoring the strike and grabbing Jacinda by the throat. Her neck was bare, making it easy to squeeze, limiting her mistress' breath. Jacinda's face went red, not expecting any retaliation, trying to strike Eva again. Eva was faster, punching her squarely in the stomach. Even though her corset took most of the impact, it still dazed her for a moment, giving long enough for Eva to shove her backwards, grabbing a wrist and pushing it against the metal wheel, clicking a cuff around it. 'Hey!' Jacinda tried to move away, the wheel rotating slightly, shifting her off-balance as Eva grabbed her other wrist and bound it in place. 'Let me go you bi..mmmppggghhh!' Her words were cut off as Eva plucked a gag from the table, a thick lump of leather, and shoved it into Jacinda's mouth. As she did so, she made sure to stay close, using her own body to limit the movement of Jacinda's legs before tying the gag in place, long practice making it easy. It was easy to spin the wheel, throwing Jacinda off balance, snapping an ankle into a restraint, leaving her with just one leg flailing free. With a delirious giggle, Eva spun the wheel all the way so Jacinda was now upside-down, angrily grunting from behind her gag as her dress fell, long enough to cover her head. Underneath, she was wearing stockings, but nothing else, her crotch bare. Eva took a deep breath then picked up a leather paddle and cracked it against the exposed pussy, the grunts changing from anger to pain, the leg still flailing around until Eva managed to pinion it in place against the lack shackle, spreadeagling Jacinda on the wheel. Then she stepped back, heart pounding, the paddle dropping from her hand to the floor. Shit, shit, shit, shit. What the fuck had she done? If she was caught, then... She would probably be sentenced to get shackled, spread wide and open in a prison before being executed. Scarcely a worse fate than what Jacinda had intended for her, to be honest. Now she had started, she would have to see it through. Jacinda's skirts were still flapping, her head moving beneath the heavy fabric, trying to break free. She would probably be panicking, short of breath. How quickly could she break Jacinda to her will? She had said that contracts or something would be tomorrow. So she had the night, and nothing more. It was the only way to keep the shop open, and to keep what was left of Master's legacy alive. She grabbed Jacinda's thigh, digging her nails in, hard enough to mark the flesh. She turned the tap on, water starting to fill the basin. There was no time for subtlety or escalation - Jacinda needed to be broken, made utterly submissive, as quickly as possible. Eva had never shown much aptitude for this, outside of taking the money, so she would have no idea what was coming. Eva slapped her hand against the naked twat, grabbing hand of some curled hair and yanking, hard enough to pull the hairs out. Jacinda's muffled grunting was changing, from anger and hate to fear. That was a good start - hopefully it would soon be pleading and a desire to please. The water would be rising, soaking into her dress, making it harder and harder to breath. Eva took a deep breath, trying to get her pounding heart and sweating body under control. She had done this countless times before, taking stubborn meat and breaking it down, into something obedient and useful. Only never to Master's daughter! The skirts shook, starting to get even darker as water wicked upwards, getting absorbed by the material. She'd have to breathe through her nose with that gag in place, making it even harder. As the water started to fill the basin, Eva took the chance to get changed. She always kept a change of clothes hidden away in the demonstration rooms, just in case of stains. She stripped off, changing back into her short skirt, tight blouse and leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, making her feel much more comfortable. By the time she was done, Jacinda's grunting was louder and more urgent, her booted feet shaking and twisting around. With the shackles on her ankles, unfortunately there was no way to take those off to punish Jacinda's feet, but Eva would have to work with what she had. Eva took another deep breath, then took hold of the wheel and rotated it. The water was a few inches deep by now, maybe enough to cover her nose but not yet her mouth, enough that she would be starting to worry about drowning. Eva rocked the wheel back and forth, splashing Jacinda's head through the water, before leaning forward and kissing her victim's pussy. She'd have to shave it if she got more time! Eva teased her tongue into the dry slit, kissing it gently, feeling the response. Then she tilted the wheel downward, holding it there as the basin filled, ignoring the frantic twisting of feet and hands. Without being able to see Jacinda's head, it was a bit of a guess, but with her face pushed against the bitch's warm slit, it was easy to sense her gasping for breath. Eva silently counted, and then rotated the wheel around, bringing Jacinda to the upright position. The dress fell down with a wet slap, the material thoroughly drenched. Jacinda's nostrils flared as she struggled to breath, her dark hair drenched and sticking to her face. Eva pinched her nose, grinning as Jacinda tensed and tried to break free, desperate for air, but wasn't strong enough. 'You belong to me now. I'm going to break you, do you understand? You are going to be mine. You don't deserve this place, so...' Jacinda's eyelids started to flutter, her grip on consciousness fading. Eva let go, just long enough for Jacinda to take in a few deep breaths before Eva pinched her nostrils shut again. She grabbed Jacinda's hair, forcing their eyes to meet. 'You should have learned from your father, and you could have had me. But now you're going to be mine.' When she let go this time, the fear was bright and powerful in Jacinda's eyes, her hands desperately twitching against the restraints. 'First, let's get you out of those clothes.' She could feel herself getting hot behind her belt, wanting to finger herself, to be fucked to satisfaction. Where the hell was the key? With Jacinda bound to the wheel, it would take too long to undress her properly. Instead, Eva picked up a knife and stepped around behind the wheel. Jacinda moaned and groaned, trying to twist her head enough to keep Eva in sight, but not able to do so, already starting to sob with fear. That was a good sign - she was weakening already, hopefully she would break easily! Eva cut through the clothing, quickly stripping off the outer layers - they were probably expensive, but there was no time to be more careful. Beneath was her corset, stiff-boned and tough, but Eva sawed through the cords, feeling Jacinda tense in fear. It didn't take long to strip the thing off, and then the shift beneath, pulling it all off and leaving Jacinda naked. How to start? She had to leave to leave Jacinda intact enough that others wouldn't suspect, and with no visible injuries. Fortunately, she normally wore heavy skirts and full corsets, so injuries should be easy to hide. From behind, she twisted the wheel, dunking Jacinda again, grinning as she heard her try to scream through her gag. While she was upside down, Eva took the time to study her - she had nice breasts, and could do with some corset and figure training, but had a nice figure, trim and firm, not yet running to fat. She would make fine material to work on, at least if she could be made obedient. She moved around in front again and started to finger her, spreading her wide and kissing her pussy again. As the naked body spasmed, Eva tipped the wheel, just enough to let her take a few breaths before dunking her again. The cunt was warming up, starting to respond to Eva's tongue and fingers, slowly loosening and slicking, until Eva could slide a finger inside, feeling Jacinda's warmth tighten around her. Another turn of the wheel, and Jacinda was upright again, barely conscious. Eva kept fingering her, two fingers now, sliding deeper and wider. She grabbed at Jacinda's hair, forcing her to look at her as she used her other hand to pinch at Jacinda's breasts, pinching a nipple as hard as she could, forcing Jacinda to stay conscious. Air whimpered through her nose, every time she tried to close her eyes or look away Eva hurt her. That was the trick - make them need you. Not want you, or like you, but need to know where you were, what you were doing, keep them ever fearful. She was fully wet now, Eva's fingers teasing and twisting her towards a peak. She shifted her hand, gripping Jacinda's neck and starting to squeeze. She moved closer in, making sure she was all that Jacinda could see. She didn't speak, simply forced Jacinda to look into her eyes as an orgasm was forced upon her, as the last of her breath was taking from her in a wrenching, hacking gasp. Jacinda's head sagged down, body going limp as she passed out. Chapter Three: Broken on the Wheel Jacinda's eyes were wide in terror, tears trickling from her eyes as Eva cracked the whip. A red line seared itself across Jacinda's tummy, her chest panting and heaving. The gag was still in place, making it impossible for her to do more than plead with her eyes, as Eva whipped her again. The wounds would sting when bound under a corset, but wouldn't show, which was the main thing. Eva raised her hand as though to whip again, Jacinda reflexively flinching, closing her eyes and looking away. Instead, Eva stepped forward, gently taking Jacinda's chin and twisting it, forcing Jacinda to look at her. She kissed her "mistress" on the cheek. 'You don't want me to hurt you, do you?' Her grip was strong enough that Jacinda couldn't move her head to signal agreement, but Eva could feel her neck tense. 'Good girl.' She gave her a kiss. 'I'm going to remove that gag so we can talk properly. But if you start to scream, then I'll spin you around and hold you there, do you understand?' A pathetic mewling agreement came from behind the leather padding. Eva reached around and untied the gag, her other hand gripping the wheel and shifting it slightly, making Jacinda react in fear of being dunked and half-drowned again. Eva removed the gag and put it aside, before gently brushing wet hair from Jacinda's face, then kissing her, thrusting her tongue into her captive's mouth. Jacinda was shivering, cold from being repeatedly dunked into the chilly water, and she pushed her head forward, reflexively seeking out any warmth. Eva started to finger her victim again, feeling the body respond, heat quickly building, before withdrawing her fingers and spinning the wheel, swiftly submerging Jacinda. When she spun around again, she was shivering, refusing to meet Eva's eyes. Eva slapped her across the face. 'You are mine. When I am training you, you are to look at me and only me. Is this understood?' Jacinda nodded, Eva slapping her again, feeling her own pussy start to slick, wanting a good fucking herself, but she was still locked into her belt, and there were more important things to do right now. 'When I speak, you will answer. You are to address me as "Mistress" when safe to do so. Is this understood?' Jacinda's voice was croaky from the repeated submersions, but she managed to choke out an answer. 'Yes, Mistress, please...' Eva cut off whatever she was saying with another slap, harder than she intended. She'd have to ease off, as the marks were starting to show on Jacinda's face now. 'You have no right to ask for anything. You are here to obey, and nothing more. Is this understood?' Jacinda nodded her head frantically, as Eva grabbed her throat and started to squeeze. 'Say it. Is this understood?' 'Yes, Mistress!' 'Good.' Eva moved close in, giving her another kiss. She could feel Jacinda's heart hammering away, fully possessed by terror. That should make it easier to break her; this was going better than expected. Eva rocked the wheel, making Jacinda whimper out a strangled, begging 'no...' before her face vanished beneath the water. Eva held her there, slowly counting to 20 before dragging her back up. 'You spoke without permission. Obey me, and you will not be hurt.' 'Yes, Mistress!' Eva moved to shift the wheel again, Jacinda clamping her mouth shut this time. 'I did not give you permission to speak, did I? You must obey, or you will be hurt.' Jacinda sobbed as she nodded, her pupils massive, body in the grip of terror. 'Good girl, good girl. Bad girls are punished, good girls are rewarded. Now tell me what a good girl will do.' She moved her hand as though to slap, before slowing and stroking Eva's face instead, making her twitch in confusion. 'I will obey! Please, mistress, don't hurt me.' Eva started squeezing the neck again, keeping the pressure on, feeling blood pulsing through veins. She needed the idea to come from Jacinda, make her think it was her own idea, that it was what she truly wanted. 'Not good enough. What are you going to do to show you're a good girl?' 'I... I... I won't sell this place!' 'Good girl.' Eva kissed her, long and hard, robbing her breath just as effectively as choking her, but less painfully. When she relented and stepped back, Jacinda's eyes were glassy and distant, a spark of life only returning when Eva pitched the wheel, threatening to dunk her again. 'You're going to be a good girl now, aren't you? And obey your mistress?' 'Ye...' She must have seen the look on Eva's face, as she stopped talking and just nodded. 'Good.' Eva attached a heavy leather collar around Jacinda's neck before starting to release her limbs. Ankles first, a leather cuff around each joined with a hobble chain, as the water drained and gurgled from the basin, and then her wrists, cuffed behind her back. Between the cold of the water and the shocks she was enduring, Eva was shivering - excellent, that should make her easy to persuade further. Fortunately, long dresses would hide any marks on her knees and thighs, so she pushed Jacinda over, onto her knees. 'Crawl. Get used to it, you're going to be spending a lot of time on your knees. Forward. Unless you want to go back on the wheel?' Jacinda made a fearful whine but obeyed, crawling forward, leaving damp marks behind herself as she moved, still dripping. Now what to do with her? A flash of pale skin drew her attention - the piece in the cage. He could be useful. Eva used the paddle again, smacking it against Jacinda's backside, just in case she had any thoughts of rebellion. Keep the pain coming, ensure they couldn't think or seize control for themselves. Eva moved her next to the cage, the occupant only dimly visible in the low light. He flinched back as Eva made comforting noises at him, giving Jacinda a particularly hard blow before opening up the cage. Hopefully they would help her, or at least not try to free Jacinda! He was tall and lanky, and looked strong enough to be a problem if he wanted to get rowdy. But he looked thoroughly cowed as he crawled out, standing in an awkward stoop, not meeting her eyes. His elbows were cuffed behind his back, limiting his reach. Eva stroked his cock, already half-hard, before whispering an order to him. 'Take her. Hard.' She pressed her foot against Jacinda's back, making her bend over. 'Say "thank you, mistress", for what you are about to get.' 'Thank you, mistress.' Eva moved around her, placing a heeled foot against her head and pushing it against the floor, as the man grasped her hips and slid into her. She was still wet from Eva's finger-fucking, offering no resistance as the man fucked her, rough and hard, probably the first release he had been allowed in weeks. His crotch knocked against her thighs and backside with a slapping sound as he came, some cum oozing out of her pussy. 'Thank him, slut.' She was sobbing as he ground against her, Eva pushing down harder against her neck, pushing down with her heel. 'Thank... thank you for... fucking me.' 'Good girl. See, it isn't so hard if you just obey, is it?' Where would she put Jacinda for the night? She couldn't let her rest but didn't have the stamina to punish her all night. Even a cage might let her recover some of her strength and willpower. The barrel, that should do the trick. 'You, slave. Fuck her again. Whichever hole you want.' Jacinda squeaked as the slave withdrew, spread her buttocks wide with his hands and spat between them, then started easing himself into her back passage. She'd probably never been taken there, or didn't like it, to judge by her pained squeals. That should keep both of them busy long enough - where was the barrel? It was normally in here in case any slave needed a reminder of their place. She'd only been locked into it once, finding the discomfort throbbing and dull, feeling half-dead for afterwards. It was useful for softening up stubborn meat, though. Fortunately, it was on wheels, easy to move out and open. It was a wooden barrel on a suspended frame, the inside large enough for a person. But the interior wasn't smooth, every surface covered with wooden pyramids, to poke and prod the occupant. And it was on an oiled axel - the slightest movement of someone inside would make it spin out of control. It was impossible to sleep, or get any meaningful rest, while locked inside, any motion punished by shifting balance and uncomfortable pressure. The slap-slap-slap of meat continued, the slave taking his pleasure as Eva moved it into place. Any unsteadiness on Jacinda's place would hopefully be mistaken for grief. Eva watched Jacinda as she was fucked, body shaking and juddering in time with the meat's thrusts, tears trickling down her face. He had some vigor, lasting some time before he juddered and gasped, hands still tight around Jacinda's thighs. Eva tapped him on the nose, just lightly, with a paddle. 'Good boy. Now, back in your cage.' He tensed, Eva raising the paddle to strike in case he rebelled, but he crawled back in, letting Eva lock him away. Then she grabbed at Jacinda's hair, pulling her along. There was cum oozing from her pussy and butthole - well, that should remind her of her place. She was so dazed it was easy to shove her into the barrel and lock the hatch, before giving it a spin. Jacinda's weight made it move in uneven fits and starts as she shifted inside it, trying to achieve the impossible task of making herself comfortable. Chapter Four: A Change of Owners Her own sleep was fitful, curled up on a chair, trying not to scrape herself against the hard metal cuffs on the arms. Each time she woke, she padded over to the barrel, giving it another spin, hearing the thud of Jacinda's body inside it, falling against the sides. As dawn broke, Eva roused herself, trying to prepare for the grueling day ahead. She probably had another few hours before the prospective buyer was due to show up, but she would have to make sure Jacinda was coherent enough to turn them down, without anyone suspecting. She gave the barrel another spin, before slapping it to a stop and opening it up. Jacinda flinched away from the sudden light, still gagged, fearful. And, from the smell, she had soiled herself. Normally, property with such slack bowels would be harshly punished, beaten red-raw and forced to drink castor oil. But right now, there wasn't time! Instead, she tilted the barrel so that Jacinda fell to the floor, tainted with her own filth. Eva grabbed her by the hair and dragged her along, not giving her a chance to resist. 'Move! Dirty bitch.' Fortunately, the basin wasn't far, and it was quick to set the tap running, cold water filling it up. 'In. Wash.' The short, simple commands seemed to reach Jacinda through her daze, although she winced at having to endure the cold water. Well, there would be far worse than this in her future. Eva splashed water over her, wiping off sweat and filth, making sure it swirled away down the plughole. She scrubbed at her captive, hard enough to leave marks in her pale skin. 'Do you want to go back on the wheel?' That got a frantic shake of the head. 'Then be a good, obedient slut, and I won't have to put you there. Do you understand?' Emphatic nodding. Eva grabbed her head and shoved it under the tap, the water streaming over her gagged mouth, some of it trickling inside to judge by how she coughed and spluttered. So when the buyer comes, you are going to refuse them. You are going to tell them that you've changed your mind.' She untied the gag, giving it a quick wash underneath the tap. 'What are you going to tell them?' There was a spark of resistance, quelled by a slap - not hard enough to mark the skin, but hopefully enough to destroy any hope she might still be harboring. 'What are you going to tell them?' Jacinda's jaw flexed and tensed, obviously unused to being gagged for so long, or probably at all. Eva moved her hand as though to slap her again, watching her flinch away. 'That... I will not be selling to them.' Eva moved her hand, the slap becoming a stroke. 'Good girl. You see? Simply obey, and you won't get hurt. What happens if you disobey?' She moved her hand down, feeling Jacinda's pert breast, currently goosebumped from the cold water. 'I... get hurt.' Eva pinched the nipple - not hard, but enough to show intent. 'Good girl. Just do what I tell you, and you won't get hurt.' Jacinda shivered but didn't fight back as Eva finished washing her off. Then she gave herself a quick wipe, getting the grime off her face and hands. Jacinda was still cowed, sat in the basin, shivering in the water. Once formed, obedience was a hard pattern to break, so this was a good sign. She raked her nails down Jacinda's back, skin sensitive from the cold water, enjoying watching her squirm under the pain. 'Now, you're going to be a good little grieving daughter, aren't you? Veiled and hidden away. I don't think you'll be seeing your friends for a while, don't you agree?' Jacinda didn't say anything, until Eva pinched her skin again, prompting a response and another quiver of fear. 'Yes.' Eva pinched harder. 'We are safe here, what are you supposed to call me?' 'Yes, mistress.' 'Don't get it wrong again. Now, time for you to get dressed.' Master didn't keep any other permanent staff that weren't currently caged. She would have to talk to them; they would probably be happy with the change of management. But there was no time, she had to prepare Jacinda. She pulled Jacinda up, checking that the cuffs and hobble chain were still firmly in place, then blindfolded Jacinda and started to move her. She shuffled along, the chain snapping taut with every tiny step, she took, still dripping wet and freezing. Jacinda's chambers were mostly a storeroom for her clothing, the only other furnishings a bed and a makeup table, surrounded by mirrors. Eva pushed faster, forcing Jacinda to awkwardly hop and scuttle otherwise she would lose balance, then gave her another shove, so she fell onto the bed. Please let her have something in black! She dug through the clothing - how Jacinda managed, without even a lady's maid, was almost impressive. It took a few moments to move Jacinda back onto her feet, and then began to dress her. She didn't have much experience with the full layers of a wealthy woman, behind sometimes having to crawl underneath a skirt and eat them out, while trying to breath enough to not pass out, but she should be able to manage. She couldn't find a chemise, so the corset would have to sit against the skin. She cracked a hand against Jacinda's buttocks, enjoying the sound and the yelp of pain, before starting to wrap the stiff material around her body. There was a glass of water, and she poured some over the laces, before tightening them as much as she could. Fortunately, Jacinda had a good figure to start with, the corset falling naturally into place, at least to start with. Without anything beneath it, pressing directly against the skin, it would be uncomfortable, but it was easier than dressing her directly. Jacinda grunted in discomfort as the corset tightened around her, pushing her breasts up in an appealing way. As the ties dried, it tightened further, and should serve to restrict her movement further. Before she loaded Jacinda down with petticoats, she fetched a buttplug, a tapered cylinder of metal. She pushed it against Jacinda's mouth. 'Open. And lick, or this will hurt more.' Jacinda's tongue uncertainly probed around the metal, clearly not knowing what it was. When she had dribbled on it enough, Eva withdrew it, before slapping Jacinda's butt again, then separating the buttocks and starting to push it in. She resisted, trying to move away before Eva shoved her onto the bed and sat on her. The woman was so tight! Had she really never been fucked in the ass before last night? Well, that would need training. Eva began probing with the buttplug, wriggling it back and forth, slowly expanding Jacinda's anus. 'Please! Please, Mistress, not... not there.' Eva pushed harder, the plug moving past the tipping point and the rest getting swallowed into Jacinda's body. She gave it a few tweaks and tugs, watching as Jacinda's sphincter was spread wide and then shrank again, the metal disappearing from sight. 'You don't get a say in the matter anymore. Now, roll over.' She moved off the woman and was glad to be obeyed, pulling at Jacinda until her legs were dangling off the bed. That pubic hair really did need a trim! Stockings though - she quickly found a pair and started easing them up Jacinda's legs, in between starting to play with that exposed pussy. She was soft and eager, despite the gentle pleading coming from her lips. Eva pinched her outer lips. 'You are mine, you cannot refuse. What do you say?' There was a pause, long enough that Eva almost slapped her, because she answered. 'I am yours, Mistress. Please don't hurt me, Mistress.' Eva finished with the stockings, snapping them onto a suspender belt, before leaning in and starting to kiss and tongue between Jacinda's legs. From how hot and wet she was, you'd never know her position! Her body seemed to enjoy the abuse, even if she didn't. She drew Jacinda to a peak, before stopping, pinching the exposed clit and drawing out a long squeal of pain. Maybe she could get Cora to put a piercing there? With a long skirt, she could be chained to the floor, and no-one would ever know! But there was work to be done first. 'If you're a good girl, then I'll finish you off afterwards. Without hurting you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?' Jacinda shifted on her back, uncertain how to respond, before Eva pinched the inside of her thigh, making her squeal in response. 'Yes Mistress! Yes!' 'I expect an answer when I address you.' 'Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.' Jacinda seemed to be adjusting impressively fast, which was good. Next were petticoats - she found a relatively restrained set, pulling them onto her victim, hiding the plug from view. Although if she truly had no anal experience, then having an intruder in her backside would be a good reminder of her place, and it wasn't as though she would be able to take it out with a heavy skirt in the way. Shoes next... Some high-heeled boots, pushing Jacinda higher, the hobble chain snapping around the leather-wrapped ankles. And then the dress - a heavy thing, falling to the ground, somber and dark, but low cut at the chest, a generous amount of breast pushed up by the corset. Combined with the tight corset, she was an appealing sight, and her drawn look could be taken as grieving. A posture collar, high and tight, would complete the look, but would be too obvious, so that long, slender neck would have to be bare. For now, at least. Jacinda was going to have to adjust to a very different station in life from now on. |