Chapter 1

Erica found herself swimming through a gauzy swirl back into the realm of consciousness. Muffled voices seeking to penetrate her lack of awareness. Fighting back the acrid taste of bile filling her throat she began to gag, retching her way upward from a pit of torpor.

A cascade of icy cold water pounded into her face like the crash of a wave breaking with all it's fury atop her. Erica tried to swim through it, struggling to flail her way out she felt as if she were drowning. Her arms wouldn't respond, a lazy numbness burning through them as she suddenly realized they were bound by thick cord.

Shaking her head frantically to sluff the matted flaxen hair from her face she began to scream. Her tremor rising to a peak of hysteria Erica screamed again and again trying to wake herself from what she hoped was only a nightmare.

The nightmare ended abruptly or rather had only begun when she felt the bite of a leather strap lash across the right side of her bare hips, blistering into them as it raked across her buttocks.

"SILENCE, shut up you fuckin bitch. I'll peal the skin right off that ass of yours," commanded the woman's voice.

Erica screamed again at the brutal assault against her naked shivering flesh. Screaming with a fear born of the realization she was totally nude and bound. Fear crawling from the pit of her firm young stomach working it's way through every pore of her body. Held captive in this unknown place before who or what, she had no clue.

Another strap sliced deep into the left side of her hips sending a burst of pain flaring through them. This blow more fierce and raising her smooth tan skin into stinging crimson welts. She bit her lips drawing a small trickle of blood as she sought to stifle her scream, only a deep moan issuing forth.

"Your Mistress commanded silence, scream again and we'll skin you alive, bitch," a man's voice threatened.

"You will address me as Master Kane and my companion as Mistress Leah. We own you now, you belong to us till and if we see fit to release you," the distorted male voice hissed.

Erica became totally aware of her sense of helplessness as she realized the true peril of what she had awakened to. Her last coherent thought was of leaving her job at the bank and walking to her car before the blackness enveloped her. She looked up at her hands seeing them bound by a white cord, suspended by a hook attached to a rust flecked chain secured in the ceiling above her.

She was held aloft to the point that only her bare toes were touching the burred concrete floor beneath her. The wrists had been bound so brutally that her hands were turning deep indigo from the lack of circulation. Small trails of blood had begun weeping from underneath her fingernails, covering her fingers and sliding down over her wrists to stain the cord.

The only source of light, a single crude bulb hanging down from a frayed wire directly in front of the corroded chain that confined her. She could make out movement in the surrounding gloom and knew her tormentors were hidden there, waiting, watching.

Erica's mind was spinning as if trapped in a whirlwind. Questions burrowing deep inside her brain as she asked herself. Who were these people, why were they doing this, why me? Why the fuck, me?

Erica had been away from home now almost two years, leaving when she had turned seventeen. She moved in with her girlfriend Pam, who like herself had graduated school early and then went work. Now she wondered if she'd live to see Pam again, to see anything ever again. Her life with her parents had been unbearable, nothing more than endless bickering and mental abuse heaped upon her. Unbearable to the point she'd not even wanted contact with them since leaving, but even that would be welcome now. Most anything would be welcome from the hell she had found herself trapped within.

She thought how ironic it was that she might never live to see her nineteenth birthday only three weeks away. How much she missed going shopping, watching a video, cooking for her and Pam or even just watching a sunset. Silly thoughts but ones that she now cherished and clung to with such a passion, a passion to survive.

Stepping from the ebony shroud of the room, the couple strode before Erica. Entirely nude except for the bizarre raiment they each wore, the pair stood before her. She observed the man first, his face encased in a black leather mask, form fitted to cover his entire head. Small squares from which icy blue eyes stared back at her were cut into the mask. A pair of round holes below his nose allowed him to breathe. Across his mouth a zipper was slashed open, exposing the tongue which protruded out to moisten his dry lips.

The man's nipples were both pierced, a gleaming gold metallic arrow like shaft almost two inches in length punching through each one. The arrows point rest to the left side of each nipple as the fletch extended past the right side. On his chest was a tattoo of a winged serpent, it's body an emerald green, scales glistening in hues of violet and sapphire. Scarlet wings flared out wrapping around both the man's sides. The serpent's head etched deeply into his groin, mouth open as if it were about to swallow his penis.

Master Kane's cock and balls extended thru a large oval ring held in place by black leather straps secured between his legs and around his waist. His prick was stirring to life, slowly swelling, the length of his stalk about five inches pulsed as it gorged with blood. His balls were large, hung low beneath the shaft nested in thick curls of sepia hair. His feet were clad by cowboy style boots of black leather rising up his calves; two bullion colored scorpions poised to attack one another were stitched into the boots, adorning them.

Erica couldn't restrain the shriek welling within her as she beheld the man. Her scream abruptly cut in mid pitch as Mistress Leah bitterly flailed the strap over her erect nipples. She twisted her body as it spun wildly from it's suspension, whimpering from the shock of the blow.

"You God damn little whore, I'll not warn you again, keep silent unless your directed otherwise. Look at me damn you, look at me and say Mistress I understand, Say it, you fuckin bitch," demanded Leah.

Erica flexed her toes against the craggy floor gaining purchase to turn and face the woman. Her breath hitching in her throat she stared at her and whimpered.

"I, I, I understand Mistress Leah. I understand, please, no more," she begged.

"Very good, your learning well. By your obedience you will please us, perhaps even please yourself a bit," teased Leah.

The woman's words were still audible although somewhat distorted. A shallow robotic tone emanating from both their voices when they spoke. Erica saw that the couple both wore large red leather collars around their necks. Attached to each collar was a small box shaped object about three inches in length and nearly two inches in width, each resting just over their larynx. She assumed that somehow these were creating the slight garble to their voices.

Erica took Mistress Leah in with her amber doe eyes, staring in awe as she beheld the woman before her. She was also clad in a full mask covering her head, this one of a sleek red vinyl like material. Atop her head a small opening in the mask allowed a haystack piled shock of honey tinted hair to sprout up forming a peak. The length of it raking back over the woman's head as if it were a mane.

Elliptical openings in the shape of a cat's eye revealed the woman's verdant eyes that bore into Erica. Below The nose a small slash in the material allowed it to extend forward for breathing. As did the man, she too had a zipper which had been pulled open exposing the fullness of her pouty lips.

Mistress Leah's torso was clad in the same red sleek vinyl material to form a corset which exposed and thrust up her ample breasts. Each thick unber nipple had been pierced, encompassed by a silver ring nearly four inches in diameter. The rings connected with a foot of small sterling hued chain hung down between her plump breasts pulling at the nipples.

Erica saw that the women's navel had been used within the tattoo of a lion, it's claws gripping at the sides of her belly, trailing streaks of blood. The hindquarters exposed as it's rear end hiked up and the indentation of her navel formed what she thought would be it's mating hole, obscenely gaping open.

The corset ended at the angle of her wide hips, she was naked below the waist, her pubic area shaven clean. Erica could see the lips of her cunt, the flesh darkened, thick and rubbery, parting open from having been well abused over time. The Mistress's stocky legs were encased in boots that ran to mid-thigh, gleaming as each movement of her legs creased the shiny red vinyl they were made of. The heels spiked sharply were almost six inches in length giving the woman exaggerated height allowing her to tower about in a regal posture.

"You look delicious my pet, though maybe a bit worse for wear. Still a sweet and succulent young morsel," the mistress smirked.

Looking at Erica she saw the girl's wheat colored hair was matted and clinging to her shoulders. Her breasts puffy and bee stung, the size that would easily fit within the mouth of a champagne glass. Long welts of burning red had creased the nipples on both sides from the blows across her chest. Her skin a golden bronze showing no discernible tan lines covered her like smooth silk.

Erica was petite, barely standing five feet in height, maybe a hundred pounds, if that. Her skin supple and flawless stretching over slender arms and legs. Hips sharp and angular joining on each side of her firm flat stomach. Her navel was pierced, a small two inch gold ring punching thru the skin, a round pink bead adorning it.

Leah traced her tongue over her lips as she saw the damp curls of Erica's pubic thatch. The small puffy lips of her cunt so pink and tender. Her mouth watered as she lusted to taste the sweet juices that she knew were locked deep inside just waiting to be devoured.

"Look Kane, our toy is a natural blonde. So young and tender, so ripe and filled to bursting with all those honeyed juices for us to take. Hold her steady while I sample her," Leah directed.

Mistress Leah knelt before the young girl. She held both of Erica's feet in her hands and began kissing each small toe. Her tongue sliding out licking them and then worming it's way between each one. Leah could taste the faint salty traces of her sweat, the coppery flavor of blood where she'd scraped her toes over the rough hewn surface of the floor.

Kane's penis began throbbing as he pressed it into the warmth of Erica's buttocks, holding her steady for his companion. Massaging his prick over the smooth globes of her ass he began to seep the clear juices of his pre-cum, leaving slick trails over her cheeks. He could feel the girl whimpering, trying to stifle the sobs coming from deep within her body and it excited him even further. His penis jutted thru the ring holding it in place and nested itself in the slit of her ass where he began sliding it up and down.

Erica was shivering, holding her breath to keep from screaming as she tried to control the fear quaking through her body.