Part 6

Thoughts tumble through her mind. "Am I supposed to cry out? Am I supposed to beg to stop? Why am I having to go through this? Does Stephen still love me? Did he love me at all? Why cant I--"

Seth was jerking her up by her collar. Her knees were still weak. She barely had time to compose herself, to calm herself down.

Seth took her collar off, tossing it aside. He pushed her to her knees, pushing her face down. He pulled her hair up, clasping a posture collar around her neck.

With this new collar, she found that she could not lower her head. Was she supposed to keep her eyes on him? Was she to witness this new torment? Why is she wearing this?

He pulls her back up by her hair. He grabs her up by the single ring, making her stand on the bed. He grabs some rope off the table, throwing it at her feet. He then climbs up on the bed, pulling the chain that was dangling a good foot above her head.

There was a clasp on the end, and Seth clasps her to this chain. He then grabs Sophies arms, bringing them behind her. He binds her wrists tight. The rope was thick, and he knotted it three times.

"Try to get out of this, girl."

She squirms her hands, trying to rotate her wrists. She moves her hands across each other, but, they are bound tight.

Her head is being held high, shes eye level with Seth. She locks her eyes to him, clear, but still puffy. He walks around her, spreading her ass, slapping her thighs. He walks in front of her, spreads her legs, examining the fresh bruises lined perfectly on her inner thighs.

He raises her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. Hard enough to bring a moan to her lips.

He turns to Alex, leaving her hanging there, on tip toe, trying to balance, with bound wrists. She finds herself swaying.

"These walls are cork-lined, yes?"

"Of course they are. This is the room best suited to whipping, because I dont care for silence. I love nothing more than seeing a marked up, screaming, sweaty bitch under my hand."

"Perfect! Gentlemen, I will now ask that you leave me to her."

The three men walked out the door, through the hallway.Alex set up drinks in the living room, flipping on the television, to drown out the noise from the back room.

Sophia was staring at him. She did not flinch, as he screwed the metal nipple clamps on her. He turned them each three times, making her nipples turn a violent purple.

He pulled the chain a little further down, giving her the balance she needed. Now standing on her feet, she instinctively spread her legs three inches apart.

He walks over to the table, and picks up the slim handled riding crop. He brings it to her lips, running it across them. It felt stiff, cold. The slapper didnt give when she kissed it.

He then raised his arm, and struck her left breast. She tried to sink to her knees, but was held tight by the chain. She cried out, softly, bringing a sting to her skin. A clear red welt was already taking shape. He struck her other breast, watching her intently.

"Are you ready to beg, Sophia?"

He walks up behind her, striking each cheek, with the welts forming, such a bright red against her pale flesh.

He put the crop back, and ran his fingers across a smooth rattan cane. He instead opted for the black knotted cat o nine tails. He gently drags it across her back, watching the chill bumps break out on her skin. He drags it down her thighs, her calves. She wiggles under the soft caresses.

He drages it across her breasts, down her stomach. She lets out soft moans, wimpering under the touches.

Bringing the handle to her lips, she kisses it. He then slid the handle into her mouth, making it slightly wet. He then inserted the handle into her. She lets out a low, gutteral moan, biting on her bottom lip. He twists it, deep inside her, causing her to become wet.