Excerpt from Her Pleasure Slave:
I woke in darkness, blinking. A thin sliver of moonlight was entering the room where I was standing. I didn’t understand at first why I was standing. Then I felt my arms aching. I looked up. My wrists were lashed tight with some kind of rope that disappeared into the gloom of the ceiling. I tried to shout, and that’s when I noticed the cloth taste in my mouth. I had been gagged with something. I tried to wriggle and shake myself free but that just made my arms hurt. Where the hell was I? Was this a dream?
Looking down, I saw with horror that I was half-naked. I still wore those silly little maid stockings and the lacy thong that was far briefer than my usual underwear. But otherwise I was completely naked. My breasts were exposed to the room, and the sliver of moonlight teased the edge of my nipple, illuminating my nakedness.
I heard the sound of a door creaking open and I froze. Light was splashed into the room, but this was a softer light than that provided by the moon. It was warm and yellow and I saw that it came from a candle, carried by someone tall, and dressed entirely in black.
The figure walked closer and as it passed through the moonlight I caught a glimpse of a masked face, a black, gleaming costume, a curvy, feminine figure. With the candle she carried she lit another candle and the room was bathed in more light that enabled me to see where I was being held. It was a bare looking wooden room, with just a bed, sparsely clothed, a battered, dusty wardrobe and a pair of tatty, threadbare curtains covering the window.
I watched as she stood with her hand on her hip, watching me. After a minute or two she walked closer, very close to me, and then wandered past me, behind me.
“Welcome,” she said. Her voice was harsh, loud and cruel. “You had a fright.”
I nodded and then froze as I felt a hand caressing my naked butt. The hand smoothed over the curves of my butt and up my spine, tracing a line to my shoulders.
“I bet you are wondering who brought you here.”
I nodded and tried to speak but with the gag in my mouth it was impossible.
“The deer man. He haunts the forest, looking for the lost, and the vulnerable. He brings me the freshest, prettiest young victims for my pleasure.”
At the word pleasure, I felt sharp, long nails dig into the skin of my butt and rake across it, making me shriek and struggle, but I couldn’t move away from her. Her breath was warm in my ear and I felt the smooth leather of her costume, the pressure of her breasts pushing against my back as she whispered to me.
“You know what is going to happen to you?”
Terrified, I shook my head.
“I am going to devour you my little treat, you will never leave this place.”
I screamed, opening my mouth as wide as I could, but I could make nothing more than a pathetic squeaking sound. I felt her hands reach round and cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between her fingers, squeezing slightly.
“There is no point in resisting. I confess that it will be painful. I draw pleasure from abusing pretty little things like you.”
I shook my head. Tears were forming in my eyes and I tried shaking myself free. She walked around in front of me, her heels clacking on the wooden floor. She stood there, looking at me, her face obscured by an elaborate black sequined mask.
“I wonder how much you can take?” she said. She pulled something from her pocket and stepped closer, lifting the item to my chest. It was black and curved and I realized with horror what it was; a nipple clamp. As it clamped onto my right nipple I squealed. She tweaked it, which caused a burst of pain to surge through my body, and then she attached the other clamp before I had recovered. The pain was already too much to bear and I writhed and wriggled in my bonds, but I couldn’t shake them off. She stood in front of me, flicking first one then the other, sending a bolt of pain through me every time.
Presently she moved, clacking across the floor to stand behind me. For a second or two, there was silence, in which I dared not breathe. I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. Then, out of nowhere, I felt it: a lashing, searing pain across my right butt cheek. I cried out, managing to force a muffled squeal through my gag. She slapped me again and this time the pain radiated down my leg. I squealed again and struggled in my bonds, which provoked her to lash me yet again. By now, my eyes were watering and I was whimpering into my gag.
“Shriek as much as you like, there is no-one here to help you,” she said. “Do you want more?”
I shook my head as vigorously as I could.
