Chapter 1

 

Christy's head rolled to the side as she began stirring from a deep sleep. At the same time, the feeling slowly began returning to her hands and feet. Her vision slowly began to clear.

She immediately became concerned when she discovered she could not move her arms or legs, as her mind quickly became more aware of her surroundings. She looked around the room with green walls and saw the large red pipes suspended from the ceiling, and several large white cabinets attached to a wall. She soon realized she was lying on a hospital bed. Her head ached, and the bright overhead florescent lights hurt her eyes.

She became disoriented and confused while attempting to remember where she had been, before awakening in the strange hospital room. She remembered being at the lavish party at the corporate headquarters of Hottie Magazine. She remembered the hundreds of guests, both men and women, who attended the gala event. It was during that party the publisher of the magazine announced that millions of readers across the country had selected Christy as the winner of the Hottie of the Year contest. She was voted the favorite of the twelve women who posed nude monthly for the magazine, during the previous year.

Immediately after the announcement, Christy remembered thinking about the difficulties she encountered before winning the award. She struggled from bed early every morning before working out in the gym for hours to tone and sculpt her body. Then she ran three miles through New York City's Central Park to tone her long and slender legs. After the exercise, she spent time in a tanning booth, then two hours in the sauna to cleanse her skin. She then worked at a local delicatessen from eleven to six. After work, she attended college, working toward her degree in business. Her ultimate goal was to open a health food store in the city.

When the magazine publisher announced she won the coveted award, the news shocked Christy. She thought she was too old to win the award at twenty-three, while competing against much younger women. She never understood why one of the other attractive women in her early twenties desperately wanted to win the title.

Then, one day, Justine brushed back her long black hair and confessed to the other women that she wanted to win the award. She explained it would provide her with unlimited opportunities to find a powerful and wealthy husband. Justine came from a very prestigious family on Long Island, and she made it known that she would never need to work to support herself. Her family provided her with a very large allowance, and she never let any of the other women forget about her family's vast fortune.

Christy remembered that immediately after the announcement she won the contest, Justine angrily threw a champagne glass against a wall. Then she walked across the room and began screaming, saying Christy did not deserve the title. Everyone appeared shocked by the beautiful woman's angry outburst. They silently watched her walk out of the party with several friends.

Later, during the reception, many popular players from New York City's sports teams congratulated Christy, and suggested she forget about the incident and enjoy the title. Many of the men and women seemed awed by her stunning beauty, and some even seemed intimidated by it. Her long blonde hair seemed to frame her face and highlight her beauty.

As her mind began to clear, Christy remembered the company executives walking her to the limousine that was waiting to take her home after the party. The party lasted until dawn and she was exhausted. She thought having a chauffeur drive her home in a limousine was the perfect way to end the night of celebrating. Christy was surprised to see a female chauffeur open the door to the limousine as she thanked the executives for their help and support during the contest. She smiled as she slipped into the back seat of the plush limousine and sat on the leather seat. The chauffeur closed the door and then began driving across town, toward Christy's apartment.

Christy found a silver bucket in the limousine filled with ice and an open bottle of champagne. She lifted a small card taped to the bucket and smiled while reading the congratulatory words from the editorial and photographic staffs of the magazine.

She poured champagne into one of the crystal glasses she found in the limousine. She looked out the window and watched the eastern sky beginning to brighten. "This was one of the best nights of my life," Christy said, before smiling at the chauffeur. She sipped the champagne.

"You're a very beautiful woman, if I may say so," the chauffeur said. "You are a very lucky woman. Congratulations."

"Thank you." Christy finished the glass of champagne while watching people on the city streets. She suddenly began feeling very lightheaded, and she attributed the sensation to the liquor she drank during the party. She rested her head back against the seat and sipped more of the champagne. Several minutes later, she felt as if she could no longer keep her eyes open. "Will you wake me when we get to my apartment, please?"

"No problem. My pleasure." The chauffeur watched Christy in the rear view mirror. When the glass fell from her hand, and her body slumped down onto the seat, the driver smiled. Then she turned onto a highway and drove out of the city.

Falling asleep in the limousine was the last thing Christy remembered. She was becoming more confused as she became more alert. She wondered if there had been an accident after she fell asleep in the limousine. She became terrified when she imagined she was somehow paralyzed during an accident. Maybe that was why she could not move her arms or legs.

Several minutes later, her mind was clear and alert, and she attempted to lift her head to look at her arms and legs. She was surprised to find someone placed a wide leather strap over her slender neck and attached it to the sides of the table. The strap prevented her from raising her head, and she wondered if her back was injured during a traffic accident.

She twisted her head and attempted to look around the room. She became frantic while attempting to determine why both her arms and legs felt paralyzed. Several minutes later Christy decided she would call for help. She thought, Someone must be nearby if this is a hospital.

Just as Christy was about to call out, she heard a door behind her open. She attempted to move on the table to look at the door. The strap over her neck prevented her from seeing the people she heard walking into the room. She said, "Who's there? Please help me. I can't move my arms or legs."

An attractive young woman with long dark hair stepped into view at the side of the table. "Hello Christy."

Christy appeared shocked to see the woman. "Justine, what are you doing here? Why am I here?"

"Why am I here?" Justine looked at other people out of sight, before she began laughing, almost hysterically. "You are a dumb fucking bitch!"

"What am I doing here with you? Tell me?"

"I hope we didn't take you away from your party too soon, slut. I wanted you to celebrate your short lived victory, before I brought you here."

"What's going on?" Christy began struggling.

"You haven't figured out why you're here Christy? I thought you're a very smart woman, but you're really a dumb fucking bleached blonde whore."

"Did you bring me here? What is going on?"

"You're the fucking college girl who posed nude to get tuition for school. That story, that fucking lie, broke the hearts of the magazine readers. They voted for you out of sympathy, you fucking bitch!"

"What are you talking about?" Christy quickly became frightened.

"You had no right winning the competition, you fucking whore slut. I'm younger than you are, stronger, and much more beautiful than you! You look like shit compared to me!"

"What does that have to do with me being here?" Christy said, as she became more confused.

"I planned this very private party for you, as my gift to you, after you won the Hottie title. I never liked you throughout the entire competition, you fucking little bitch. So I asked a dear friend to look after you in a very special way in here. Think of this as my very special present to you, bitch."

"What are you talking about Justine? What is this place?"

"This is a clinic where beautiful women like you receive the exquisite attention their tender bodies deserve," Justine pulled a white sheet off Christy's body.

"I'm not sick. What kind of clinic is this?"

"One that I'm sure you will not enjoy, you fucking bitch slut." Justine freed the strap holding Christy's head down on the table. Then she grasped a handful of the woman's long blonde hair. She lifted the helpless woman's head off the table.

"What, what's going on?" Christy said. She immediately began to panic when she saw her bound body. She studied the wide black leather restraints that were fastened tightly around each of her shapely ankles. A double-ended metal clasp secured the ankle restraints tightly together. They pulled both her shoes and ankles together.

Then she saw the wide black leather belt wrapped tightly around her slender thighs just above her knees, which prevented her from spreading her legs.

Christy saw another wide leather belt tightly fastened around her slender waist. Two silver steel rings protruded from both sides of the belt. She moved her arms and saw another set of black leather restraints fastened tightly around each of her wrists. She panicked when saw the metal clamps that secured the wrist restraints to the belt around her waist.

Black leather straps at the foot and sides of the bed, were attached to the restraints around her wrists, legs, and ankles. They prevented her from moving.

Justine motioned to someone else in the room. "My mother had my father trained to be a submissive male slave in this house of pain, Christy. The pain inflicted here will be more intense than anything else you ever experienced."

An older woman stepped beside the table. She studied Christy's body and face. "This woman is exceptionally beautiful Justine. I'm going to get great pleasure from making her scream." The woman appeared to be in her late fifties, with bleached blonde hair containing streaks of black. She wore a black leather skirt and white blouse. She had strikingly beautiful features for an older woman.

Justine said, "This is Mistress Helen. She's going to take very good care of you Christy. She and I have selected treatments that should make you scream all week. Then, I have a very special surprise for you."

Christy began pulling frantically at the leather restraints holding her helpless. "You can't do this to me."

"I can do whatever I want to you, you fucking little bitch. Your perfect body is going to feel the sting of the whip, and the bite of the cane, and that's just the start. Everything else gets more painful from there."

Christy's eyes widened from the shock quickly numbing her mind. "You can't whip me like I'm an animal!"

"I can do anything I want to you, you slut bitch! I can even mark your ass with a hot branding iron."

"No, please, let me go!"

"You're going to suffer for fucking me, you little bitch. I promise you, I will help the Mistress make you scream."

"You can't kidnap me because I won the contest Justine. It's illegal."

"You're such a stupid fucking bitch. If nothing else, you need to suffer for being so stupid."

"Please Justine; I'm sorry I won the title! I'll give it up and you'll be the winner!"

"How will you do that?" Justine crossed her arms, waiting for an answer.

"I'll tell the magazine people I don't deserve the title. I promise I'll tell them you should be the one to receive the title. Please, I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt me."

Justine laughed. "Don't plead with me Christy; it's so unlike a national winner. After you've been thoroughly punished for flaunting those huge fucking tits and your perfect ass, I'll decide what to do with your fucking precious body."

"You can't do this to me, damn you," Christy said, shouting.

The Mistress suddenly covered Christy's mouth with a hand. "I see this slave needs some severe training in manners."

Mistress Helen motioned to two young women. They stepped to the table. "These are my assistants. Donna and Grace."

Mistress Helen nodded at one woman. "This is Donna. It's very apparent she is a body builder, by looking at the muscles in her shoulders and legs. She will painfully restrain you if you should become violent. This other woman is my petite pet Grace. She helps me immensely with the training of slaves, and she has become my favorite. I'm sure you will get to know both of these ladies intimately during your stay at my clinic."

After the Mistress removed her hand Christy's mouth, she said, "Please, please, let me go."

"Remove this slut from the table so we can begin her treatment," the Mistress said, looking at her assistants.

"Please let me go," Christy said, begging, as they women freed her restraints.

Donna and Grace grasped Christy's arms. They pushed her forward until her legs were crushed against the side of the table.

Justine smiled as she watched the women fasten Christy's wrist restraints together behind her back. "Those will prevent you from resisting, you fucking little bitch."

"You people are crazy," Christy said, screaming. "Let me go! Let me go!"

Grace unexpectedly reached over Christy's shoulder with both hands. She grasped the attractive woman's chin with her hands. As she forced the woman's mouth closed. "This one likes to scream. I'm sure she's going to howl for us when we use the whip on her fucking legs and tits."

Mistress Helen pulled a wide piece of gray duct tape from a roll. "This will serve to silence the bitch."

Christy's eyes widened with shock after the woman unexpectedly placed the piece of tape over her mouth and cheeks. She looked into the cruel woman's eyes, pleading with her with her facial expression, while the woman smoothed the tape over her skin.

"Hold still bitch!" Grace grasped a handful of Christy's long blonde hair. She pulled the soft hair until her captive screamed from the pain. Then she watched the Mistress carefully place five more pieces of tape over Christy's mouth and cheeks.

The women pushed Christy out of the room. They forced her to follow the Mistress and Justine, through a long corridor, and into a windowless room. There, the women forced Christy to sit on a wooden chair, where they fastened her wrist restraints to a steel ring set in the wood behind her back.

Mistress Helen said, "I told Justine I will keep you in my clinic as a favor to her. Here, she can punish you whenever she feels the need to make you suffer. Now that I see your body and your beauty, I know that I'm going to enjoy punishing you myself. No woman should be as attractive as you are Christy. I'm going to make you suffer more than you can possibly imagine for your beauty."

Christy attempted to scream, but the tape covering her mouth muffled her cries. She watched as the Mistress slowly walked around the chair while examining her captive's smooth skin and firm body. She felt humiliated, and her face reddened. She realized the evil woman was studying the tight muscles of her long legs and thighs, and her large breasts. That thought terrified Christy.

"We're going to have hours of pleasure with his body," the Mistress said. She lifted a steel scalpel from a table covered with medical instruments.

Christy's eyes widened with shock, and horror. She shook her head violently while staring at the surgical device in the woman's hand, glistening in the overhead light.

"I'm not going to damage this perfect body yet my dear." The Mistress laughed. She grasped Christy's dress and cut the material from the low neckline to her shoulder. Then she cut the material on the other side of the dress. The blue sequin material fell forward to expose her captive's black bra, and large breasts. The Mistress cut both straps of her captive's bra, and then the front of the black lace material, before she pulled it away to expose the moaning woman's large breasts. "Look at the size of her fucking tits!"

Christy's eyes closed as the women studied her perfect breasts. Her face felt hot and flushed from the humiliation. She attempted to plead, but the tape gag muffled her words.

Donna said, "The bitch has wonderful breasts. They're too perfect for any woman. We'll have some fun tormenting them."