Elena awakened in a dark, dank room that was all too familiar. Goose bumps covered her body from the chill as she realized her naked, vulnerable state. She recognized every device hanging from the walls, the canes, and floggers, cabinets filled with toys, and ropes suspended from the ceiling. The aroma of leather, sweat, and sex had once been an aphrodisiac. This was her happy place though she rightly suspected there would be no joy for her tonight. What the fuck she thought. How the hell did this happen? Here she was hanging precariously from those very ropes, her arms pulled taunt above her head, her legs uncomfortably wide from a spreader bar, a ball gag in her mouth, drool on her chin. There was no point in struggling against the restraints, even if she could scream, the dungeon was sound proof. Panic began to build. All she could do was wait for her captor to return
The last thing she remembered was following the light to the lower level leading to her dungeon. That light was never left on and even if it had been, the door would have been closed, locked and she had the only key. She remembered a prick to her shoulder just as she stepped inside the room and then waking up like this. Racking her brain to consider who could have gotten in undetected her subconscious reminded her of an endless list of ex subs and even some business partners that would want to cause her harm or worse. Elena spent her time imagining the delicious torture she would unleash on the perpetrator that dared to enter her sanctuary. The Mistress had developed methods of pain and torture that were designed to bring the strongest to their knees.
How long had she already been here? She remembered was coming home from a board meeting. My God did she detest sitting across from the insufferable Grace Grey; so perfectly upper crust, the Grand Dame of Seattle Society. Elena had to admit that Grace had been instrumental in providing both entrance to Seattle's elite and introduction to troubled youth. She would be hard pressed to determine which she appreciated more.
Elena acknowledged that she was little more than a servant in the eyes of the truly rich. Her business, Esclava was a chain of upscale salons and spas, providing exclusive services to bored, vain women that had more money than good sense. She hated Grace and all the rest of Seattle's rich. Elena was accepted on their periphery but not part of the inner circle. She laughed with them, catered to them and ignored the snide comments as they requested a glass of Dom Perignon or Fillico water. It didn't bother her too much though. During most of the mindless committee meetings, she would plan a scene or better yet remember one. Her love of the young and the beautiful was her motivation for attending these meetings after all. There was always a new crop of troubled teens in need of a mentor.
Somehow she managed to doze, and awakened when she heard someone enter the room. With her back to the door, she could only wait until this person made themselves known. Suddenly she was plunged into darkness as a blindfold covered her eyes. The pinch on her nipple announced that weighted clamps had been attached to her silicone filled breasts. Without preamble, she heard it before she felt it; the whir thru the air before the whip sliced thru her skin. Her body involuntarily jerked away from the offending object but the blows landed expertly, and relentlessly crisscrossing her back, legs and ass. Even for her the pain was nearly intolerable. The ropes were then pulled forward so that she was bent in two with her ass in the air. A nine inch dildo roughly invaded the well used rose bud, no lube for her.
Elena was the master of control and inflicting pain, having practiced her art for many years. She enjoyed being on the receiving end just as much delivering. At this moment with fear and hopelessness coursing thru her veins, the licks of the whip and her holes stuffed, her body betrayed her and she came gloriously, her juices flowing down her legs and dripping from her toes. Finally her captor removed the gag and blindfold and stood before her.
It took a moment for Elena's eyes to adjust. She could not believe who stood before her. "You mousey little bitch" she hissed. "If it isn't little Annie. It appears I underestimated you. How dare you? When I am released and get out of here I will kill you. You cannot even begin to fathom what I will do to your little ass. I will torture you to the point of passing out only to revive you so I can start all over again. When I am finished, you'll be hard pressed to earn 5$ a fuck and yes that is exactly how you will finish your days" she spat with all the venom she could muster.
The petite brunette just looked at Elena for a moment; cocking her head to one side. "Do you like my nails Elena? I just had them done at your salon, The Slave. Clever play on names by the way. I'm not sure about the color. It's a pearl pink; does the color wash out my hands? The young women held her hands up so Elena could see them. Elena looked at the girl, then looked at her hands and then back to the girl. What she saw in her eyes terrified her. The petite pale skinned girl with the too bright eyes was mad. Realization dawned on her that she was not leaving this room tonight or ever.
Sighing deeply the girl conveyed her contempt, "Elena, you are a cruel, vile, disgusting woman, the Genesis of so much death and destruction. I decided that the world must be rid of you and your students. You taught them, trained them to believe that taking advantage of an innocent child was a right of passage, honorable even. It wasn't Elena. Do you know or care that some of them committed suicide and left their families shattered. Do you care that some of them continued this tradition of trapping other young innocent children? Do you know or care that some of their students met the same fate, unable to finish school, turning to prostitution or drugs when you finished with them? Many of them are unable to have loving relationships and are estranged from their families? I don't care about BDSM Elena. What two or even three consenting adults do is their business. What you do Elena is criminal. How many young boys and girls have you mentored huh? Let's see, I found a box of folders."
The girl looked through the folders again. The photos sickened her: Children that had missed enjoying their youth because of this monster. Adolescent Bodies, bound, gagged, beaten, raped at the hands of this she-whore. "How did you do it Elena? How did you get them to come back time after time so you could do this to them? Are you that good of a fuck, what carrot or threat did you use to lure them to your dungeon. Tell me Elena; you can't handle a real man?
As judge, jury and executioner, I find you guilty. It is my responsibility to break the cycle. At least you and your students won't be able to destroy any more lives. So this evening I allowed you to have one last orgasm. I hope it was satisfactory. Judging by the river running down your wrinkled ass I'll take that as a yes." The girl ended her tirade with a disgusted chuckle.
By now Elena was mumbling through the gag that had been replaced, but the girl kept on talking, almost to herself. "Okay, Elena, I have to be going. Let me apply some of my special arnica cream to that sore ass of yours. I added a little something extra and I confess it is going to be painful. Well, not the application, but the affects. Your body will feel like it's on fire for several hours. You will be dead within six. The pain may drive you mad before then. Even if by some miracle someone finds you, it will be too late. I'm leaving a copy of the files on your desk. It has been a pleasure. I have plane to catch". With those final words and one last look around, Annie flicked off the light, not bothering to close the door behind her, leaving Elena screaming and withering in pain.