Part 3
Behind closed doors, Bret and the Japanese buyer, Mr. Yakuta, worked out the
details for the week-long exchange while Zara was returned to her original cell
to contemplate the painful events behind her and those ahead of her.
The party had long since concluded, and Zara had been violated several more
times by cocks and dildos. She had been forced to insert a 7-inch rubber dildo
in her cunt and walk around with it inside her for at least one whole hour. One
of the women, whose voice Zara thought she recognized from a recent blockbuster
movie, had ordered the insertion. It sounded like the woman was extremely drunk
or perhaps extremely high. Even in her forced blindness, Zara could feel the
beautiful curves of this woman's body as the partyer rubbed up against Zara
while the dildo was in place. The others kept refering to this woman as "Cindy",
but even with this aid, Zara couldn't be sure if it was a known celebrity.
Cindy became very liberal with a whip once she got bored of the dildo insertion.
Zara was forced to stand and she felt the D-ring on her collar being attached to
a chain overhead. Once secured, the chain tightened and Zara's body was lifted
slowly off the carpet by her thin neck.
The strain was incredible and it was obvious to everyone that Bret's Slave was
having difficulty breathing. No one expressed any words of compassion over this,
of course. This was Zara's first life experience with the whip and no amount of
mental preparation could have braced her body for the alarming sensation of
leather slashing across her skin.
Blow after blow, the whip rained on her back and front mercilessly. Cindy was
the main perpetrator, and she yelled in a state of excitement every time Zara
pleaded for relief. Cindy was quite beautiful herself, and in fact she was a
famous celebrity. The men around her were getting sexually aroused and decided
spontaneously that they had to have her. Cindy was too high to object, and she
was so caught up in her excitement that she was more than willing to take on a
gangbang of 15 or more cocks.
But even as Cindy was the new focus of sexual attention, Zara was not allowed to
rest. A trio of avowed lesbian models approached Zara's sweating body, stretched
so seductively by the chains, and began to kiss and lick on the slave. At first,
this treatment was almost pleasant, but like everything else that was happening
to her, the treatment of Zara turned violent and painful.
The models brought out a matchbox and Zara could hear the stark sound of
individual strikes on the rough box. As a model would light a tall kitchen
match, she would bring it close to Zara and let the slave feel the approaching
heat. One of the models, named Jenny, liked to bring her matches right up to
Zara's nipple rings and heat the ring up, conducting heat through the whole ring
which naturally transferred immense heat to the inside and outside of Zara's
sensitive nipples.
Another model, whose name was something in German (and hard for Zara to recall),
preferred Zara's asshole. The German model would bring her lit matches to Zara's
asscheeks, watch Zara squirm at the sensation of heat, and then quickly snuff
the flame out by jamming the stick in Zara's ass. The flame was small and
quickly extinguished each time, but each time, it burned Zara's helpless flesh.
As Zara reviewed the events of the evening from her quiet and cold cell, she was
almost glad that her eyes remained sewn together. She did not want to view the
damage that had most certainly been done to her.
The steel cell door shook her from her thoughts and she heard the footsteps of
two men enter.
"Mr. Yakuta here has the honor of renting you first, Zara," Bret said without my
emotion, "Now I had anticipated several one-night encounters for you first, my
dear, to gradually work you in. But as it happens, I am not about to turn down a
one million dollar contract for one week's time."
As if she would find it interesting to know the terms of their agreement, Zara
was read the documents that the two men had hastily drawn up. Among the clauses
that Bret emphasized, a torture section that did not include anything, but
rather frighteningly, only excluded three specific items: no dismemberment; no
disembowelment; and, under heavy financial penalty, no torture leading to death.
Zara realized instantly the gravity of her situation with Mr. Yakuta. Her new
master (for the contract week) said nothing as he approached his new slave. Bret
still carried on with the chatter; he felt he owed some explanation to the
pretty young thing that had refused his gestures on the casting couch.
"Zara, your week with Mr. Yakuta starts immediately, and he's elected to keep
your stitches on your eyes indefinitely for the flight. He also prefers a
slightly different kind of leash, so I'm going to have to deactivate and remove
my collar for the time being."
Mr. Yakuta unwound a chain from his inside suit pocket. Zara could hear the
links moving close to her pussy. She felt her two clit rings being adjusted and
then heard the click of metal snaps attaching to her rings. Mr. Yakuta then
placed a heavy padlock through her rings and the connected leash ring. When he
released the padlock from his grip, she instantly felt gravity at work on her
tender clit. The lock weighed perhaps 16 to 32 ounzes and the painful pulling of
her clit was registered all over her face.
Bret unlaced and removed Zara's high heels at Mr. Yakuta's request. Zara's hair
was unbraided and allowed to fall loosely to the small of her back. Zara was
completely divested of anything on her body, save for the rings and chains. Mr.
Yakuta tugged on her clit leash, signalling that it was time to go. She began to
stand to walk, but suddenly she felt a tremendous fist slam into her stomach and
drop her to the floor.
"You will not stand or walk, unless commanded! Is that understood?"
Yakuta yelled.
"Yes, I under---"
Another blow, this time to her side.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir," Zara managed to barely speak, "Yes, sir, I understand, sir."
Zara assumed the doggie position and walked on her hands and knees out of the
cell. With her eyes sewn shut, it was difficult to keep up with her new master,
as he led her through the basement and the house where the party had transpired.
Zara was led outside and into the waiting limousine.
Once inside the plush backseat compartment, her clit chain was secured to an
eyebolt fashioned on the floor of the expensive car. Zara was instructed to
kneel with her hands behind her, her back arched, and her tits sticking out.
Just as Yakuta's limo was pulling away, he leaned down to his new acquisition
and whispered into her ear.
"Say goodbye to your boyfriend Bret, slave. You are never coming back here."
(the end??)
