Indoctrination

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

(Story Content: F/f, Bondage, Whipping)

So many tears I cried of loneliness

I feel so hollow inside like a carcass.

Darkness is haunting me, driving me into insanity,

My life now shattered from all the pain.

Don't know where I'm going

But it's someplace new.

"Paradise of Suffering"

by jason2voorhees@aol.com

www.bdsmcafe.com

Chapter 5: Amber’s Descent

It was still pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the tops of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth, it has no time to flow down the spout. It soaked the ground to a mire in some places, and the ground, in turn, drained like a full sponge into a creek nearby.

In an old wine cellar, two levels beneath the house, Amber Brkich could smell foul water seeping through its ancient stone walls. The air felt thick and moist. She was nude, save for her leather collar and bindings. Yet in spite her chilled surroundings, rivers of sweat rolled off her body; sweat brought on by the strain of her suspension, and fear of the whipping she was about to receive.

Looking up, she saw her wrists imprisoned in their leather cuffs, her arms pulled high above her head by the twin links separating them. Her eyes followed the greased metal cable that ran from the chains, through a pulley above, then down to a wheel crank bolted into the floor. A leather strap fastened just above the elbows kept her upper arms secured, and her head back. Her ankles were cuffed together as well, and her feet raised 12" in the air, keeping her tight, young form stretched and exposed, and of course, quite helpless.

SWISHHHHHHHH . . . CRACK!

Sonia snapped the whip once into the air to test it while Amber slowly rotated on the twisted cable. The room itself looked old and ominous. There were no windows on this level that she could see, only darkened corridors that seemed to lead nowhere, and a narrow stairway spiraling upward to the cellar above. It was the type of place where one could easily be locked up and forgotten about for years.

"Well now, are we ready?" Sonia asked.

"Please," Amber begged, "I'll do anything you want!"

"I know you will, hon."

Amber strained to keep her eyes on Sonia as the cable turned until her back was to the mistress. She heard another loud snap.

SWISHHHHHHHH . . . CRACK!

The very end of the whip landed on the right side of her tush. Amber yelped, then lurched forward in her suspension.

"Painful isn't it," Sonia teased. "I hope you didn't think you'd be getting off easy because this is your first whipping."

SWISHHHH . . . CRACK!

The next strike was much harder, and this time, the whip curled itself like a snake around her wracked form and left a faint red mark just below her armpit. Amber screamed louder. Her tethered hands clenched into a fist, then relaxed. The searing pain was unlike any she had ever experienced, or even thought possible.

SWISH . . . CRACK!  SWISHHHHHHHH . . . CRACK!

Sounds of braided leather slapping against her flesh reverberated against the stone masonry. Amber's head began to spin. Sonia had wanted her to learn the power of the whip, and she certainly did. She screamed again and again, her stretched body writhing spasmodically in its forced rotation each time the whip hissed through the air and struck her in a new place.

"Had enough?" Sonia asked.

"Yessss," Amber's voice was weak.

"That's 'Yes Mistress.'"

"Yes . . . Mistress," she begged, "I've had enough . . . PLEASE STOP!"

"Mmm . . . very convincing, " Sonia nodded her head in approval, "but I'm afraid you're not quite ready yet, dear. At this early stage, a slave will say anything to escape further correction, without fully appreciating its meaning."

Before Amber could make another plea, Sonia swung her whip again, and delivered a series of strokes to her breasts. She hit each hardened nipple with stunning precision. Then she struck her between the legs, causing the beautiful captive to squeal and twist on the cord.

To Amber, time seemed to stand still, and the universe had shrunk to just two people. Sonia and herself. Life outside was now a distant memory, her clouded mind unable to focus on anything, but the whip. Amber wished she could escape the painful lashes by slipping into unconsciousness, but Sonia always knew just when to hold off until she had regained enough of her senses to stay alert.

SWISH . . . CRACK! SWISH . . . CRACK!

The whip ravaged her body from all sides. When ceased again, Amber feared there would be more to come, but she was grateful for the momentary pause in her torment. Her mouth felt dry, and as she moved her tongue around, trying to find some moisture to apply to her lips, she tasted blood and realized she had bit her lip.

"How much am I hurting you?" Sonia asked.

"More than I have ever been before, Mistress," Amber answered her meekly.

"Then kiss the handle for me."

Amber fluttered her eyes open as if she had just awoken from a dream, and saw the whip handle only inches away from her face.

"Kiss the whip handle," Sonia repeated, "and thank your Mistress for the punishment that you have received."

Amber licked the blood from her lips, and then pressed them firmly on the leather handle.

"Thank you Mistress," she repeated, "for the punishment that I have received."

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Very good," Sonia hung the whip back on the wall, "but just saying that you are my slave, or even submitting to my whip, is not enough. A well-trained submissive willingly accepts her punishment without being forced."

Amber closed her eyes again and rested her forehead against the leather strap between her upper arms. Was this ever going to end? The whipping had already left her fatigued and deflated spiritually. Her skin felt like it was burning in an oven, and sweat glistened off her heated body in the dim candlelight. Though as painful as it was, the red welts left behind were only minor and would fade in a short time, thanks to Sonia's skill with the whip. After all, no one was going to pay for a “marked” slave.

"You are just at the beginning of a strange journey in your life," Sonia lectured her, "one that will change completely how you see yourself and the world around you. It doesn't matter how you were brought here. The fact is, you ARE here. How and when you wish to accept your new role is up to you."

Amber felt Sonia's finger stroke the outside of her left breast. She then placed the finger in her own mouth to taste the sweat.

"Now kiss me," she demanded.

Amber would never have thought of kissing another woman before, but this time she parted her lips obediently as Sonia pressed her's tightly against them. She felt Sonia's tongue slither into her mouth and wrestle with her own.

"Mmmm, very nice," Sonia commented. "I think you're going make a fantastic slave. And who knows? When you go to auction, I may put in a bid for you, myself."

Sonia gave her breast a final squeeze, then turned to the wheel crank. Another series of metallic clicks sounded, and Amber felt her body descend until she could feel the floor again, though she still had to use her toes.

"I'm going to leave you now to think about what you've learned so far, but that doesn't mean your first session has ended yet. While I'm gone, we'll be testing your endurance. Do you know what that means?"

Amber shook her head cautiously, uncertain as to if she wanted to hear the answer.

"It means you will be staying down here, just as you are," she said, "and I'm afraid this is only the beginning, dear. For now on, you will be spending many nights fully restrained in various uncomfortable positions. At first you will find it almost unbearable, but in time, your body will become more supple and accustomed to your bondage."

Sonia took one of the two remaining candles and moved to the stairs.

"Who knows? You may even grow to enjoy it," she then winked and said, “Ciao!”

Amber listened to the sharp sounds of heels clicking on the steps as she ascended the narrow passageway. Somewhere above, the door slammed shut, a dead bolt rattled, then silence. She breathed a sigh of relief in knowing Sonia had gone, and yet, dreaded the idea of being left alone. Shaking the wet strands of hair away from her face, she began testing the wrist cuffs with the hope of somehow loosening them, but it was no use. The leather was padded with foam on the insides, making them tighten uniformly under her own weight. She studied the two chains that ran from her wrists to the cable above. They could be unclipped easily if given the proper slack, but that would mean pulling herself up to the cable, and her slender arms were far too weak now from being stretched for so long to do so.

Once again, there was nothing to do, but wait.

Amber gazed at the instruments of torture hanging on the wall, and wondered which she would have to endure next when Sonia returned. Her eyes then turned to the single candle left sitting in its holder on the table. It offered just enough light to illuminate the center of the room, leaving corners and doorways shrouded in complete darkness.

Her mind wandered and recalled a dream she once had, where she had been kidnapped, bound and gagged, then taken to a warehouse. She had no clothes on her body, only the ropes. She was helpless then, just as she was now, like the pretty damsel tied to the railroad tracks in those early western dime novels. Only there would be no hero in a white hat coming to her rescue. She was now living a nightmare that her mind could never dream up on its own. Amber didn't seem to even exist anymore, only a woman stripped of everything and forced to come to terms with her own suffering.

The minutes crept by, and still, she hung, each breath a moan of pain and anguish. Her joints began to stiffen and her muscles ached terribly from the strain of her suspension. Sweat poured out of her body from a seemingly endless reservoir of cooling moisture. She could feel it trickling down from under her arms, down her back, down her legs, and between her breasts. It itched terribly! Then there was the darkened corridor directly in front of her, and every so often, an icy draft would whisk into the room from somewhere beyond its black recesses, and turn her heated skin to goose flesh -- a reminder of how naked and vulnerable she really was. She wished Sonia would come back for her, even if it meant enduring another whipping. The candle had already burned down to the end, and now its flame began to flicker and weaken. Amber watched it anxiously, and wondered if this was her fate -- to be left alone and shivering in the dark, with only the pain of her bondage to keep her company.

She groaned softly, then pulled on the chains again.

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It was almost 3:00 in the morning when Sonia climbed the long, winding staircase from the main foyer to the second floor. She was anxious to get some sleep, but first, she had to meet with Raven and give her report on the new girl.

"Come in," a male voice answered after she knocked on the door to his den.

Raven leaned back in his chair and watched Sonia as she entered. Her red hair was pulled up, exposing her long, magnificent neck. The black evening dress she wore hugged her body to perfection, and as far as he could tell, there was nothing between the thin garment and her skin.

"Good morning," he said, "please, sit down."

She sat in the chair closest to her and crossed her legs, not bothering to cover up her bare thigh as the slit in her dress fell open. Raven saw this and smiled slightly, then he got up and poured two snifters of brandy, handed Sonia one glass, and sat back down in his chair.

"So tell me, how is her progress?"

"She's coming along quite nicely," Sonia replied. "Much faster than I thought she would."

"Good," he nodded. "I may have to send her to Lamar Quinn as compensation for the other girl, though I would rather she go to auction.

"Couldn't Jerri be re-trained?"

"I don’t think so, and you saw earlier how upset Larmar was. Apparently she has been most difficult, quite impossible, in fact," Raven's eyes seemed to grow darker as he spoke, "so I've decided to make an example of her to the others, then I'll send what's left down to our associates in South America. At least that way we’ll get something back for the loss."

Sonia took a sip of her brandy and said nothing. She knew what the words "make an example of" meant when they came from Raven. She also knew any girl sent down to the work farms would have to endure brutal rapes, and long hours laboring in the fields. Most of the girls didn’t last very long in those conditions, but that was none of her affair, she reminded herself.

Such a shame, though. Jerri Manthey was a pretty one, and highly sexual. She also had a strong will, which is why Raven took charge of her training himself. He wanted to break her spirit, which of course, he did. Unfortunately, she had developed a strong devotion to Raven during their sessions. Something Raven, himself, had not foreseen until after she went to auction. When Mr. Quinn cast the highest bid, he became her new owner, but Jerri wanted nothing to do with him. She only wanted to serve Raven.

"Enough talk of business," he slowly rose from his chair, "it's late, and my mind has been entertaining other thoughts, such as that dress you're wearing. Very provocative, yet elegant, though at the moment, I would rather see you out of it."

Sonia set her drink on the table and stood up as he approached. She knew how this meeting was going to end the minute she entered the room. Part of her wanted it to happen. She found Raven to be both handsome and threatening. His gaze in particular, was penetrating. When his dark eyes rested on something, they seemed to devour it, to encompass the whole of it. They were a predator's eyes, not human, and they seemed to blaze. Sonia felt drawn to them, like a moth to a burning hot street lamp.

Raven curled his fingers lightly around her neck and ran them down her shoulders. His hands were rough and strong, but so gentle as they touched her, almost too gentle. Sonia knew that would change. Their eyes locked for a few pounding seconds, then, as if directed by a higher power, they fell into a hungry embrace.

As they kissed, Raven moved his hand down her thigh, and behind the slit that parted her dress so invitingly. Just as he had surmised earlier, she was wearing nothing underneath. Sonia moaned as he raised the dress high over her belly, exposing her smooth, porcelain skin to his wolfish eyes. She leaned back on the desk and relaxed her body back on the cool, hard surface. The dress was hiked up to just below her breasts, her knees spread wide and bent over the sides of the desk, her most intimate parts fearlessly displayed.

Returning his lips to hers briefly, Raven began a silent exploration of her warmth, traveling erratically downward, pausing to inspect her neck, her thinly covered breasts, her smooth, taut belly. Sonia didn't move; she didn't open her eyes; she just lay there, still savoring his touch. His mouth continued its slow trek downward, amidst the dark red curls nestled between her creamy thighs. His tongue explored all around them, teasing her most tender areas. Sonia drew in a gasp, her hands gripped the edges of the desktop. Raven reached up and pulled the thin black cloth over her breasts, applying friction to her hardening nipples in the cruel-but-oh-so-nice way she loved. The gentle hands became more insistent as she arched into them, moaning her encouragement. He twisted her breasts savagely between his strong fingers, until her nipples swelled and turned a deep red. Sonia cried out, her body writhed on the table like a helpless animal. Her fear heightened, only to be quelled again by her own arousal.

Raven's hands moved down her belly to her thighs, spurred on by the sounds of her pleasure. He spread moist open kisses along the crease of her inner thigh and looked up to watch her again. The sight of her mounting pleasure increased his already painful need. Sonia groaned, shifted her hips in an effort to hurry him, but he was in charge now. Her eyes remained closed, her hands tightening on the edges of the desk. She was paralyzed, unable to move, as though someone had nailed her body firmly down to the wood. She felt light kisses across her heated mound, felt him breathing in her scent as she bucked and writhed beneath the onslaught.

"Oh, please," she pleaded with a breathy whisper.

"Patience, my dear."

The warm rush of air from his words caused her hips to jerk. Light kisses deepened, his tongue snaked out to taste her inner lips. Small raspy cries escaped as Raven's fingers parted her and his tongue began slowly tracing the length of her sensitive folds. The intense sensation had Sonia mumbling incoherently, tossing her head from side to side as she clutched tighter on the desk. When her eyes opened, Raven was above her, watching. Bending forward, he kissed her face, tracing her lips with his tongue before sharing his own taste with her. He reached for his rock hard penis and dragged it slowly through her wet folds before guiding it to her entrance. One slow steady push seated him deeply inside her, the tight velvet of her heat surrounding him. Each long steady thrust sent her higher. Her nails dug into the wood; her spread legs tightened against the desk, until, crying out, her body clenched, then spasmed in its release. Raven panted, and hot puffs of breath assaulted her face. His hips jerked wildly as he emptied his hot seed into her, then collapsed his full weight on top of her.

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Amber watched the candle die slowly. As the light wavered, moving shadows seemed to claw at her helpless form. She didn't know how long it had been, but it felt like hours. Her back and shoulders ached terribly as her own weight bore down on them. Her hands were already numb. The room seemed colder and she shivered occasionally, unable to avoid or shield herself from the damp, moist air.

And through it all, Amber's mind was grappling with growing thoughts of despair. The minutes had turned to an hour, then two, and there was still no sign of Sonia. She strived to keep a positive attitude, but the prospect of slowly wasting away is this black hold, totally alone, frightened her. Only Sonia could be her savior. But where the hell was she?

For a very brief moment, the candle flickered to life, and its light chased the shadows back into the corners of the room again, then the corridor in front of her brought another rush of cool air, snuffing the flame out completely. Amber tried to hold back the panic. Her nipples tightened, her skin grew cool and pimpled as the primal darkness swallowed her completely. Her blind eyes searched for something in the room to focus on, but there was nothing. She pulled against the restraints, gently at first, then harder and harder. Her mind began to scream,

"You can't escape. You are chained down here forever."

She tugged, pulled and twisted her hands against the leather cuffs, chafing her wrists terribly. She was aware of her body turning on the cord, her breasts bouncing provocatively against her ribs as she strained to keep her footing. She listened to her own ragged breaths and smelled her musky sweat. Then she went limp, breathless in her struggle against the leather and steel restraints.

And still her stretched form hung, silently suffering in agony. No conversation, no books, no TV, no sounds from the outside. She was only beginning to understand how empty her new world was. Her senses cried out for more data, for more input, anything to divert her thoughts from the loneliness, and the growing pain of her bondage.

Tremors from, what seemed like, extended hours of terrors had exhausted her limbs. Her bones felt thin and brittle. Her breaths now came in shallow pants, like a woman holding off the urge to deliver her child. Even her body deserted her now, and her mind sought to escape its confines and explore on its own. It seemed to her consciousness that she had separated from the useless sack of flesh, that her spirit, soul, whatever it could be, was free. Looking down, she saw her own body, adrift and alone in a vast ocean of blackness. Somewhere in her new reality, somewhere deep in its dark recesses, a creature stirred. Then another, and another, swimming around her form. She tried to warn it, but that would mean getting back inside, and she didn't dare. They had no glowing eyes. No muffled breath. No dank stench. But she could see shapes, predatory shapes plying the space around her body. One of the creatures closed in, but turned away. Then it turned back again. And so did she. She tried to fight against it, but something drew her back into the body that was about to be extinguished.

Amber got back just in time to see them close in, their sharp, razor teeth bared and ready to devour her flesh. For a moment, she couldn't remember how to breathe, let alone scream. She could make no more sound than a whimper that seemed odd and faraway. Her heart pounded like surf, sending blood crashing through her inner ears. Then the shapes darted off, but she could still feel them lurking nearby. Amber desperately wanted to leave her body again, but it was too late. She understood now that her imagination had tried to protect her, to get her free -- and had failed utterly. But she couldn't turn her imagination off, and now its efforts turned destructive. She wept without sound. Her thoughts turned inward, to the past, and her imagination selected only the worst parts of that. She watched all of the sins of her life. She held court within her own mind, and forced herself to see it all again in an effort to find the reason for why she was being punished. Her weeping never stopped. Her tears ran for days as she watched herself doing things that she ought never to have done. Every transgression of her life played out before her eyes in fullest detail, then culminated as her thoughts turned to Sonia. With almost instant clarity, she realized there was nothing she could do to change what had been done in the past. Only the present mattered now. More than anything, Amber wished she could go to Sonia, beg her forgiveness, and make amends for her own shameful behavior. She now understood the necessity of the punishment, no longer felt sorry for herself, and tried to focus on carrying out the full sentence, no matter how long, and how unbearable it might be.

The dark shapes were coming back now, ready to devour whatever was left of her old self. This time, Amber welcomed them before drifting into unconsciousness.

(continued)