Part II --
She stood inside the room near the door, the door still ajar, her bag dangled
from her hand. The room was comfortable looking with dim lights. A very
prominent looking heavy oak chair with padded arm rests and dark toned polished
wood was among the few pieces of furniture in the room. There were few doors
which probably opened into other rooms. She was lost in her thoughts and a
sinking heart, that she didnt realise that her owner was not in the room. She
gave a start when one of the doors opened and Anil came out. He looked at his
latest acquisition, knowing that now he has all the time and freedom with this
girl. He could feel his flesh crawl around his groin as he imagined the poor
girl writhe in agony at his sadisitic whims. A cold voice broke the silence,
"anjali. Close the door behind you". She turned and closed the door shut. She
could feel lusty eyes exploring her minutely. Her face was flushed, and her eyes
were moist, but she had no alternative now. She turned back again. She was made
to place her bag in a cupboard which was locked and keys handed over to Anil,
who was to now decide what her fate was to be for the next 2 years. Little did
she know that her Master's desires were far more evil than just having sex with
her.
He placed his hand on her arm, below the shoulder, and guided her to the
kitchen. She heard him bark a command "Make some cofee". There was no courtesy
any more. He spat out the words into her face which made her cringe in terror.
She could feel the fear building up.
He walked back to the room.
Anjali had little problem as the kitchen was well stocked, and soon she brought
2 cups of steaming coffee to the table.
Anil looked at her darkly and looked at the second cup. He strode to her and
gave her a resounding slap across her face. A surprised squeall escaped anjali's
lips as she reeled under the sting of the slap, clutching her cheek. "I should
never see this again ! How dare you decide to have coffee with me !". The room
was quite except slight sobbing of anjali. Her Master shouted at her, "Get that
oak chair towards this corner !", he pointed to a corner. He watched as she
quickly moved to do what he said, not wanting to upset him more.
She strained at the chair which was very heavy. He watched her, as she pulled
and pushed, her body straining. Slowly she moved the chair where she was told.
Anil sipped at his coffee, "No turn it around.. face it towards the corner a bit
away from it". He walked over, and adjusted the chair to face the corner. The
sides of the chair faced the wall on either side as they came from the corner.
Snapping his fingers at anjali, "come here !", he made her stand infront of the
chair, her back towards the corner. He walked over to the kitchen and got a
small packet of biscuits, and took a seat on the chair, facing the girl, who
stood not more than 3-4 feet away from him. She stood literally cornered !
Anil took a sip at the coffee, "watching the girl slowly from head to foot". He
took a biscuit, munching it, enjoying the girl blushing in shame at being looked
at in this manner. "Remove your ring, earings, and any other ornaments which you
wear", handing her purse over to keep her stuff in. "From now onwards, you will
never wear any ornaments on your body".
He switched on a lamp, which shone at the corner brightly, adjusting it to
ensure that anjali was totally illuminated, he went back to his seat.
Her body shivered in fear and in subdued anticipation."Take off you shirt and
give it to me", she gave a whimper and a light sob, as she slowly unbuttoned her
top. Her smooth flawless skin exposed the most sensual woman Anil had ever seen.
She came forward and with downcast tear filled eyes dropped her shirt in the
willing hands of her Master. Anil picked up a leather shod cane from a near by
table. She looked in horror, as he slowly caressed her torso with the tip of the
cane. He circled her navel, and traced a line just above the waistline of her
skirt. He explored her sides, sliding the cane under her arms, and coninued his
inspection. A prod at her breasts brought her into reality, "Bra!", he
outstretched his hand.
Fresh tears rolled on her cheek, as she unwillingly handed over the bra, her
hands covering her breasts. He grinned at her last effort to maintain her
modesty, as he tapped at her wrists with the cane, asking her to remove them.
His eyes lit up lustfully as her smooth naked flesh exposed infront of his eyes.
Her head was bent low, and her slight sobs racked her body now and then. Her
smooth and flawless breasts stood firm, with brown aeroles tantalising.
He crossed his legs, and lighted a cigerrette. He was taking his time, as there
was no hurry. He owned her for sufficient time. Infact sufficient enough to make
her wish that she was never born. He placed the tip of the cane under her chin,
and lifted her face up. Her eyes were red as tears ran constantly. He gently
tapped the cane against her cheek, "Raise your arms girl, and place your fingers
behind your head, and then slowly turn around.. let me see the wares that are
available to me". He tapped the cane a trifle strongly, making her realise that
this was for real. He sat back and enjoyed the girl perform for him. She felt
very unprotected as she raised her arms, her armpits opened up, and she slowly
turned. A tap against her hip on the right side, "Stop!". She stood with her
back towards him. He slowly traced the tip of the cane on her buttocks, making
her squirm uncomfortably. Again he took his time and anjali was made to bear the
shame painfully. "Drop your skirt slave". This command resounded her ears. She
went red in shame, a persistent tap of the cane on her hip prodded her to
proceed to drop all modesty for a man who leered at her right behind her. She
slowly undid her skirt, and bent forward slightly to push it down. Her buttocks
thrust out towards her Master, who slowly slid his cane between her cheek, and
then let the cane push the skirt further down around her ankles. She stood naked
with her back towards her owner. She knew that now all was over. Her life was to
change for ever. She cursed her fate, and her situation that had forced her to
sell herself to a man like the one who owned her now.
She was turned all around several times, every inch of her body was proddded and
explored by his cane. Her short and sharp gasps were all that were heard in the
room, while he ensured that he had seen all and probed everywhere on her body.
He stood up, and holding her by her arm led her from the inspection corner,
towards the centre of the room. She stood naked except her sandals. Leaving her
there, he went and rummaged in a box. After a while he came back towards her. He
held a pair of steel handcuffs in his hands. She backed away slightly. In a deft
action he grasped her wrist and yanked her harshly making her cry out. She feels
her both hands held together and cold metal encapsulates her wrists. The short
link between the handcuffs is similar to the handcuffs which are used for
prisoners. It allows very limited movement. He grins at her as he attaches her
cuffs to a overhanging rope, which he adjusts to keep her elbows at her head
level. Leaving her so, he disppears for a while.
When he returns he carries with himself a rope girdle. He wraps the girdle
around her waist, and pulls the rope through an attached clamp. He pulls it
tight, letting the girdle rest on the broadening of her hips. Anjali feels the
rope soaked in water. It is a hemp rope which has been thoroughly doused with
water. This rope hardens and tightens as it will dry. Now he takes another
length of rope which is slightly thinner than the girdle, and he loops it over
the girdle rope just below her navel, then pulling the ends of that rope to make
them equal, he pulls it through her thighs behind her. She gives a start as two
ropes dig into her crotch. She feels him securing the rope in the girdle behind
her. The rope passes through her cunt and between her ass cheeks. He tugs it,
her gasp is loud as the rope cuts into her, her pussy lips split open by the two
ropes. The girdle bends below her navel, as the looped rope is pulled. He allows
her to be for a while, then again with a sharp tug he tightens it further. Now
she gasps no more. Each tug makes her cry out loud in pain. Once he feels that
he has secured her enough, he knots the rope at the girdle just at her tail
bone. The knot is bulky, and is well placed just against her tail bone. It is a
constant pain and even slight movement would make her wince.
He laughs as he watches her, clutch her thighs tight and bending slightly
forward to ease herself. He knows that the rope will be more cruel as they dry
up.
"You should get used to wearing this girdle more often", he says wickedly..
"Come let me show you my ranch". He releases her handcuffs from the overhanging
rope, and attaches it to a leash. He then pulls out a blind fold and wraps it
around her eyes.
He grins, "well you may not be able to see much of my ranch, so I guess you will
need to only feel it.. remove your sandals". She does the needful, and then she
feels herself being led out of the room.
She winces as her bare feet scrape against small stones and rocks, as she is
pulled by the leash by her Master. The sun beats her naked body mercilessly, and
she is pulled harshly. Not being able to see, she steps on sharp corners of
rocks, and jumps as she feels things prick at her feet. Anil doesnt let her take
respite, and walks her through wild undergrowths, and rocky patches. She forgets
all about her nudity. All that she cares at the moment is the minimising of her
pain as it shoots through her soles.
Her energy is sappes, and sweat breaks out on her body. It is almost half an
hour she is paraded, before she lets out a sigh feeling smoother surface of the
floor, and cool shade of the room.
She whimpers in pain, her crotch is hot in pain. Anil unclasps her girdle, and
pulls it off. Allowing her blindfold off, and releasing her handcuffs. He gives
her buttocks a loud spank making her scream. "Take a bath and ready yourself,
you have to work for a long night today". He pushes her into a room and clicks
the lock. The room is furnished with a small bed, and a bathroom toilet. Anjali
bursts into tears.. she caresses her sore pussy, and tries to cool her rashes
with the cold water. She is now terrified of what all she might be made to
undergo, her ordeal had just begun. She starts to despair.
-- to be continued.
