Pain is the Best Teacher

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Pain is the Best Teacher

Ever wish you had all the money in the world? And what would you do with it? That’s the problem Malcom had. And his solution was the answer to everyman’s erotic dreams of having total control over beautiful women, not to mention the ability to chain them, whip them, torture them, and generally be as nasty as any man could want.

He creates a hidden mountain retreat he calls “The Castle,” complete with a dungeon, and proceeds to accumulate a small stable of beautiful young female slaves. Then he settles down to “Live Happily Every After” by spending the rest of his life whipping and screwing his slave girls. Right? Not quite…

Published Dec 2019    47,000 words

Peggy didn’t like the sound of meanness in that voice. She wondered just how much this woman liked to hurt another female. She had read someplace that a female will often treat another woman more harshly than a male would. She hoped not.

“Let’s see, how shall we tie you? How about something different?”

Helga took a roll of sliver-gray duct tape from a peg and tossed it up and down a few times. Then she went behind Peggy and began taping her fingers together. At first she left the handcuffs on because they held the hands conveniently close and the palms facing each other. First she pulled off short length of tape, cut it and stuck it on Peggy’s ass. Four more times she did that, then she began working on the fingers. First the thumbs, tightly wound together, then the other fingers, each wound with its own piece of tape. With the fingers of each hand tightly joined with the other, she unlocked the handcuffs and pulled the wrists together. The roll of tape then began to wind around and around the wrists, very tightly. When the wrists were solidly taped, she began winding the tape around the fingers all the way down to the tips. When she finished, Peggy’s hands were one solid mass of tape with no skin showing. And quite firmly secured together.

Next came the elbows. A dozen wrappings of the gray stuff went around her arms just below the elbows, locking them together. Helga knew that duct tape was strong, both in stickiness and resistance to tearing. She was certain that this was one slavegirl would could not work her arms free no matter how hard or long she tried.

Helga could see in the slavegirl’s eyes the resignation. She knew that she could not work her way loose from this. Her fingers could not move, her arms were tightly welded together behind her, and a Helga was pulling out some more tape as if she were not finished with the binding yet. Which was, of course, true. Placing the end of the tape on her waist at the narrowest part, she began winding it around both her stomach and arms, pulling as tightly as she could. Four times, then five, then six the tape went around and around. On the tenth passing, she cut it and smoothed the end down in front.

“Snug?” she asked sweetly.

“I can’t get loose,” Peggy replied weakly.

“Good! Just the way I want it. Now let’s see… I was going to punish you, wasn’t I?”

“If you say so.”

“I think that you’d best call me ‘Mistress.’ I like the sound of that.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Helga made a show of walking around the dungeon slowly, examining each piece of equipment as if evaluating it for suitability. She stopped at one of the wood posts. It was about four inches in diameter and round. The wood had been sanded smooth. The surface from floor to ceiling was smooth, unbroken by ring or hook. Apparently pleased with the simple post, Helga began selecting and tossing coils of cotton clothesline over by the post. When the pile seemed to be far too much rope for one girl, Helga called Peggy over.

With a sigh, the slave obeyed. What else was she to do? Whatever this woman she had to call “Mistress” had in mind, it would hurt. But Peggy also knew that if she did not cooperate, it would hurt much more. That was the way these people seemed to run the place.

“Stand on this,” Helga ordered after placing a small wooden block next to the post. “No, turn around and face it.”

Peggy stood on the block and found that the post was narrow enough to fit between her breasts. Humming a cheerful tune, Helga then began to bind the girl to the post, wrapping the rope tightly around her, starting just below her shoulders and working her way down to the ankles. The only part that she left exposed were her breasts, everything else was tightly bound to the wood.

“Can’t move much, can you?”

”No,” was Peggy’s disheartened reply.

“Oh, dear, you forgot to say ‘Mistress.’ I’m afraid that will cost your another hour on the post.”

Peggy bit her tongue to keep from uttering a sarcastic comment. But actually, she was telling herself, this wasn’t so bad. She was totally helpless, of course, and quite tightly bound, but it wasn’t painful like those whippings or that stock she had sat on. A few hours of this she could take.
Of course, Helga wasn’t finished – Peggy should have figured on that. This was to be punishment, after all. With a fiendish chuckle, she kicked the block sideways out from under Peggy’s feet.

The girl was so tightly bound to the post that she sagged down only a tiny bit. And she found that her toes could touch the floor, which allowed her to take a bit of her weight on them.

“This is most uncomfortable, Mistress,” she offered, hoping to please the woman who had totally control over her life right then.

“I’m sure it is. Oh, by the way, that’s another hour for taking without permission.”

Peggy closed her eyes and said nothing. She was beginning to realize that this was a no-win situation for her.

Helga disappeared for a few minutes. When she came back, she had a small spool of thin wire in her hand. “This is going to hurt you more than me,” she muttered jovially.

One end of the wire was wrapped around Peggy’s left nipple and twisted tightly until the wire was sinking into the flesh. Peggy whined as her nipple was encircled cruelly by the wire. Helga cut the wire with a pair of dykes and did the same with the other nipple. When that wire was cut, it wasn’t hard to see what was coming next. The two wires were pulled towards each other, curved around each other, and then twisted together. Helga had pulled the captured nipples cruelly towards each other before twisting the wires, so Peggy’s breasts were encircling the post with the nipples almost touching and breasts disfigured towards each other.

“Does that hurt?” Helga asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. I’m going to leave you alone for a while. Actually, quite a while.” Helga chuckled. “Like all day! You are welcome to try to free yourself. In fact, if you succeed, the punishment will be over and we’ll go on to more fun things. I doubt you will get free, but have fun trying.”

Walking slowly around her captive, Helga checked all the ropes and knots. Everything was quite firm.

“I’m come back and see you now and then. And I might just add some weights to that wire. A one pound fishing weight should put some stress on your little titties.”

Peggy wanted to groan. Her “little titties” were hurting already and the thought of that wire being weighted down was frightening.

“You’ll notice that I’m leaving you ungagged,” Helga continued. “You may moan and scream all you want. But nothing that is a word, understand? If I hear you say a word, any word, I’ll hang you by those tits. And that will hurt a lot more than this!”

Then she was gone.

The first thing Peggy did was, of course, try to see if she could somehow escape from that tape and rope. But she quickly ascertained that she could not move her fingers at all and the ropes were too tight to allow any wiggling. All she could do was move her head around a bit and shift her toes and feet a fraction of an inch one way or another. Hardly enough mobility to work at escaping.

By tilting her head to one side, Peggy could just see where the wire was cutting into her nipple. The poor little rosebud looked like a small balloon, squeezed down where the wire cut in, and puffed up at the end. She wondered if that wire might be cutting off the circulation of blood in her nipples, and if that might cause some damage if kept up for too long. They certainly hurt, but maybe that was a good sign. If they turned totally numb, she would worry about it, she told herself. Meantime, she settled down to a long period of waiting.

Has the naked slavegirl been left on that post only an hour – or maybe two – the punishment would have been minor. But after the first couples hours it seemed as if every muscle in her body was aching, foremost her poor nipples. Except for the nipples, there was no strong pains, but a lot of small aches that she could do nothing about. Her shoulders hurt from the elbows being forced together so tightly. And her arms didn’t like it, either.
It was a long, very long day.