Order An Intruder Part 32

“If you wanted to struggle, then you should accept the consequences of your actions.” Patricia said as she brought the crop onto the thigh of her captive’s right leg. After she cried out, Davinia begged and pleaded through her gagged mouth for mercy from her assailant. “Sure by now you must know that your whining will not work on me. Actions like that will just secure you an even worse blow.”

A worse blow? How can you make it any worse than it is already? ARRRGH! Davinia thought that she was going to bite her tongue in half as the end of the crop landed on her mound. “Are you going to beg again?” Patricia asked raising the crop for another blow. The girl shook her head hurriedly. Please don’t! That hurt worse than any other blow. “So I can carry on punishing you then?” The woman asked of her captive, who after a moment’s hesitation, nodded her head.  You have even forced me to agree to my own punishment, Mistress, as disagreeing will allow you to make me suffer even more.

“EEEEPH!” was the sound that was emitted from the girl’s lips and the crop struck hard against her left thigh. At this rate, I’m going to have marks everywhere tomorrow and I hope that I will be able to hide them from my father, otherwise I could be in big trouble. She grimaced and bit on her tongue again as she received a blow on the sole of her right foot. I’m just glad that my breasts are not able to be hit, as the way I’m bound at the moment protects them. Then  the sole of Davinia’s left foot was the target of the next caning from her mistress.

I don’t know how long I’m going to take this punishment. Soon, Mistress Heaton will know how much she has punished me, when I start crying. The captive was already sniffling after her bottom was hit again, leaving a red line across her cheeks.

“So, you are not as tough as you think then. I’ll put aside the crop for now, and return to your punishments when you have had a chance to recover. I don’t want to push you too far, as you bursting into tears will bring this to an end.” She walked over to the side, and placed the crop there before returning to the trussed up girl. Davinia screamed as Patricia pushed her forward, with her body putting pressure on her bottom cheeks which made the pain fiercer.

I cannot get any relief as my bonds are immobilising me, so shifting my position is impossible. Patricia smiled at the frustration of your captive. “It’s quite uncomfortable, once you are placed back into the sitting position, my bad girl.” Uncomfortable is hardly the word. It’s like adding salt to a wound, it makes what I’m experiencing far worse.

“You’ll know better than to defy me next time, my rebellious slave. Consider yourself lucky that your breasts are inaccessible to me for the moment, otherwise they would also have been included in your punishment.” I’m sure that my breasts will end up hurting soon enough. Patricia picked up a book before sitting down on the couch and reading it. Hopefully you will forget about me for a while, Mistress. The girl closed her eyes and tried to rest in her position.

“MMMMGGGMM!” Davinia cried as she was pushed over onto her back again.

“You’ve had enough of a rest girl, now it’s time for your punishment to continue.” Patricia moved the immobile captive closer to the couch, until her bottom was about two feet away. What have you got in store for me now, Mistress? Is moving me closer to the couch a prelude for a worse punishment? The woman went over to the side, picked up the instrument of punishment, and then stood just in front of the captive on her right side. “I would ask you if you were ready, but if I did that, you would just shake your head.” The girl tried to steel herself for the ordeal to come.

“MMMMMPH!” Davinia screamed as the first blow hit her bottom. That feels worse than before, but it is probably because of the lingering effects of the first blows. OWW! A second strike of her crop also landed on her cheeks, which was followed by another cry from the captive. A third hit landed on the girl’s upper right thigh, which was accompanied by the next one impacting on the left thigh.

She screamed again as her right thigh was hit for a second time, then the left. Finally, her posterior felt two more blows from the crop before her mistress put it back on the side and picked up a sleep mask. Are you going to torment me when I cannot see, Mistress? “I’m just going to have a little fun with you, and I will like it better if you cannot see.” Davinia’s sense of sight was taken from her and the sleep mask was put over her eyes.

I cannot know what you have planned, Mistress, and there is no chance of being able to prepare myself. There was a sound of someone sitting on the couch in front of her, and she tried to take her mind off what was to come.

“MMMM!” Suddenly she felt the heel from Patricia’s boot press hard into her mound, and the girl squealed. The heel pressed harder, and she experienced the pain as the tip pushed into her skin. Then the pressure was lessened and the tip started to gently caress up and down her mound, which replaced the pain with please. Davinia moaned a little as the feeling took her mind off the punishment that she had received.

The caressing went on for several minutes, and Davinia’s flame of desire began to grow in her intimacy. You are probably just teasing me, Mistress, but I cannot resist the pleasure that you are giving to me. Her moan grew louder as the heel slowly moved down to her flower, and as it traced a path along the top of her petals, her muscles strained against her bonds as her body attempted to writhe from the increasing arousal in her belly. I am being taken closer to ecstasy again, but as you have been punishing me, I doubt that this is your intention.

The tip of the heel pressed itself against the stem of her flower, causing the helpless girl to cry out with delight, as the feeling shot through her. “So you like that, my sweet.” Patricia said as she pressed again on her captive’s most intimate area. Davinia nodded and moaned as she enjoyed the touch of her mistress’s boot. The caresses and presses continued until the trussed girl was close to her peak...

Then the actions stopped and Davinia protested as she was left frustrated from her denied orgasm. I knew that you were going to leave me like this, and I have no means of providing my own release.  She heard Patricia chuckle before the woman said “Don’t worry, your will get your orgasm, but I need to release those ankles of yours from your neck. They must be putting a lot of load on there.” The girl felt the untying of the knot at her ankles, and then the rope was unwound from her legs and feet, which allowed her to stretch out.

That’s better, I can lower my legs and relive the pressure on my body for a moment. Davinia let her legs fall forward and enjoyed the comfort that had been denied her by having her ankles bound to her neck. After a few minutes though, the girl heard more movement and she felt something brush against her left leg. What are you up to now, Mistress? Are you planning to tie my ankles to something else. A minute later, the girl cried out in shock as her ankles were lifted up and pressed closer to her chest. You must be planning on tying my legs to my neck again.

Then Davinia screamed in pain as it felt as if a vice had clamped down on her right nipple! She emitted another scream as her left nipple radiated pain from a similar action. Oh no! You must have put nipple clamps on me! She cried out again as the chain connecting the two clamps was pulled.

“It is time for me to show you what I have done. It will make the next part of your punishment far more interesting.” Davinia’s sleep mask was removed and her countenance carried a look of horror as she saw what her mistress had done! Not only was there a clover clamp attached to each nipple with a chain connecting them, but there was also a piece of string tied with one end to the middle of the chain, and the other end was tied to the captive’s ankles which were currently held by Patricia’s left hand!

“Just think slave, all I have to do is release your ankles and you will suffer even more pain. Shall I let go of you?” Davinia whined and shook her head, even at the same time knowing that these gestures were futile and that Patricia was only teasing her with the possibility of relenting. “I’ll just stop holding your legs anyway.” Patricia said as she pulled her hand away which was quickly followed by another loud scream from the tormented captive.

“Your cries are so erotic my cute captive, and you arouse me so much. I am going to make sure that I hear more from you.” The merciless mistress walked over to the side and picked up the crop again, with the girl lying on the floor, helpless and scared. You can’t whip me like this, Mistress! Not only will my thighs and bottom suffer, but each time you strike me, my legs will jerk and my nipples will be pulled even more! The helpless captive struggled slightly and then cried out at her act of self torment. As her mistress returned with the crop and took up her station, Davinia knew that any begging would be pointless, so she tried to get herself ready for her punishment.

The pain in the captive’s breasts mirrored that on her bottom when Patricia struck her there with the crop, and she let out a loud yelp. The next blow was also on her bottom and she was terrified that she would pull her own nipples from her body. The next two whips were on her right thigh, and even though they were softer, this did nothing to negate the double suffering that the captive experienced. “A young lady, auto-tormented by her own bondage. It is so enjoyable to play with you like this, and I find it such a pity that I will have to call an end to this fun tonight.” Two strikes impacted on Davinia’s left thigh and each jerk of her legs stretched her breasts out.

The girl could hardly think straight as each blow robbed her of anything but feeling of pain. Again and again her thighs and bottom were whipped by the crop, and she felt as if she was going to spend forever like this. Her whimpers and cries were interrupted by begging and pleading as she was so desperate for the punishment to stop.

Finally, the blows halted, but Davinia suffered constantly as she was no longer able to provide the strength to pull her legs and she felt as if her chest was pulled to its limit. Please Mistress, please remove theses clamps! Patricia quickly put the crop down on the floor and released the clamps tormenting the captive’s nipples. There was loud scream as the removing of the clamps added to the pain as the blood pushed its way back into the crushed area.

“I think that those poor peaks of yours have had enough punishment for one day, and if I was to continue I could end up permanently hurting you.” Patricia said as she untied the string from Davinia’s ankles. That may be so Mistress, but I’m sure that you will find a different way to cause me pain. The rope around her ankles was also removed and her legs were straightened out by her captor. “It’s time for you to stand up, my sweet.” Patricia said as she went behind her captor and put her hands under the girl’s arms. After what has happened to me, I dread to think of the consequences should I resist again. I’ll just have to obey you from now on.

The captive was helped up into a standing position, looking at the couch and Patricia said “Place your feet so that they about three feet apart.” The captive did as she was instructed and slowly shuffled her feet apart until they were at the required distance. With my legs spread out like this, it is easy to guess what you are going to do next. Her suspicions were confirmed as the roughness of a bamboo tube pressed against the back of her left ankle, and jute rope was used to securely lash her ankle to the pole. Her right ankle then tied to the pole with a crosswise pattern left on the front of her leg.

 Patricia picked up the sleep mask and put it over the girl’s eyes. “I want to keep the next part to be a surprise, don’t go anywhere while I’m setting your entertainment up.” I’m blindfolded and bound, so I’m not going anywhere except maybe towards the ground if I try to move. There was the sound of movement behind her, and she wondered if the Bondage Frame was being put back into position. I wouldn’t be surprised as you liked using that to torment me yesterday. There was more sound behind her and it sounded like metal on metal. You must be attaching something to the frame, I would guess.

The sounds stopped, and she felt Patricia take hold of her body around the waist and support her. “I am going to turn you around so that you can see what I have set up.” For a moment, the girl was pulled up so that her feet were off the ground, and she was rotated about one hundred and eighty degrees so that she was facing in the opposite direction. After she was lowered, and her feet put back on the ground, the mask was lifted up a little. That is unusual, you normally remove the mask altogether. What is you plan for that?

Davinia opened her eyes and saw the frame set up in the middle of the floor, with one of the four wheel pulleys attached to it, and hanging about three foot off the ground. There were two sets of ropes that had one end tied to the lower hook, and the other ends were presently hanging free.You are going to lift me off the ground again, I knew it. There was a gentle push to the small of her back, and her captor said “Walk forward until you are directly under the frame, slut.”

I will do as you ask Mistress Heaton, but It will take me a little time, as I will only b able to make very small steps with my ankles bound like this. Davinia lifted her right foot, moved it a few inches forward, and then put it down again. She repeated this with her left foot, and slowly moved towards the frame. As the girl stepped closer, Patricia walked over to the frame and attached the hook to one of the side holes so that the rope would not interfere with her captive’s progress.

Davinia was soon under the frame and her mistress supported her body under the armpits. “You are going to lie down on the floor, and then I will tie the pulley to the pole.” The bound woman relaxed her legs and she was lowered to the floor and then made to lie down on her back. Patricia unhooked the pulley from the side so that it hung free, took hold of the pole that spread her captive’s legs apart and then lifted her feet into the air. She then took the free end of one of the ropes hanging from the hook and tied it to the girl’s right ankle rope, and bound the other rope to her left ankle.

Patricia then took hold of the long rope from the pulley and pulled slowly and steady on it. Soon, Davinia’s bottom was off the ground, followed by her back and her head steadily moved to under the frame. Eventually the girl left the ground completely and the room now seemed upside down to her. This makes me a little disoriented, but I am okay with it. It’s a very lenient punishment, so I could might me able to relax. The women knelt and quickly replaced the sleep mask over the girl’s eyes. I can’t think that you want me to rest, you just don’t want me to see what you are going to do next.

Davinia’s left hand was wrapped around a cylindrical object that was wide and long and tape was then used to bind her hands to the object. Another item was placed in her left hand and it was fixed into place with tape as well. What are you sticking to me?! Whatever they are, I have no way of removing the things from my hand.

“Surprise!” Patricia said as she removed the sleep mask from the girl’s face. Davinia screamed as she saw what the objects were!

Candles! You have taped red two inch wide candles into my hands and the heads are facing down! When you light them the wax will drip straight onto the mounds of my breasts! The girl struggled against her bonds and protested. “Oh, I haven’t finished with you yet, my dear.” The woman picked up two more red candles and stood up. “I have theses to add to you and they do not need tape.” Do not need tape- NO! You can’t put these candles in there, that’s monstrous! Please Mistress NO!

The woman used her left hand to part the petals on Davinia’s flower, and gently inserted the base of the candle into it. “You will look so pretty in a few minutes.” The whimpering captive shook her head again. Oh God no! When you light that, the wax will drip onto my most sensitive areas! Then Davinia watched in horror as her Mistress walked behind her with the second candle. You can’t mean to put it in me as well!

Davinia was shocked to the core as her cheeks were pulled apart and she felt the intense experience of her bottom being violated by the second candle. She blushed in shame as it was pushed and twisted into her. I thought that you’d never do this to me. The woman unfolded a large piece of thick cloth and put it under the frame. “We don’t want any wax hitting the carpet, so I’m taking precautions.”

Patricia stepped back and looked at her captive. “You look absolutely erotic as a captive candelabra. Now, all I have to do is light you up.” Davinia screamed as the woman picked up a box of matches...