Martha was a pleasant young lady. A little bit prissy, extremely respectable, and pleasingly fat, as her fiance Evan reassured her, she was also a little bit chubby. Martha had never attended college, so at the age of 18, she continued to live at home with her parents while she waited to be married to Evan, a person she had known since childhood. They went to the same church, and the idea that she would prefer someone else to him had never crossed her mind. Her parents informed her that it was God's plan that she marry Evan, have children, and take her position in the world by his side. This did not imply that she genuinely desired Evan in any way, shape, or form; but, she did consider that possibility. That satisfied her needs, so we can go on.

Martha was not someone who actively sought out new experiences, but she did possess a wild side. At any case, this is what her parents thought, and it was likely that they were correct, even if Martha hadn't yet realized this about herself. But she helped people less fortunate than herself by doing volunteer work as her father put it. She worked at an orphange. According to her father, this was very reckless conduct, but she overlooked it because she believed it was for a greater good.

On the Wednesday of the fall semester, she arrived late to work since many other employees were absent due to illness. It was already dark when she finally emerged from the house at 8:00. As the wind slashed the air at her bus stop, Martha wrapped her thick coat around herself even more tightly so that she could stay warm. Due to the fact that it was somewhat later than she was used to being out, she was by herself and unsure of when the bus would arrive. When she got home, her mother would make her a nice cup of cocoa, and then she would read her book, say her prayers, and then go to sleep. Soon, she would be there. Martha appreciated order, thus the fact that her life was so routine and uninteresting was perfect for her. Everything was going to go in a new direction.

"Excuse me, ma'am."

When Martha glanced up, she noticed a lady who seemed untidy, was too tiny, and had something about her eyes that didn't seem quite right. Martha was mentally shaking her head in disgust as she disapprovedly thinking of drugs. However, she was a respectful young lady, as seen by the fact that she smiled and politely acknowledged the young lady.

"My baby." The lady indicated with her finger a little automobile that was parked on the other side of the road. She did not provide any details.

"Pardon?"

"My baby. She is unable to free herself from the car seat. I am unable to open it. She is sobbing uncontrollably right now. Would you give it a shot?"

What a strange request to make! The mother did not seem to be in nearly as much distress as Martha would have been had it been her own kid who was held captive. It has had to be the pills! And that poor infant was trapped! Martha's naturally helpful personality overcame any reservations she may have had, and she ran over with the other lady to assist the infant.

After they had arrived to the vehicle, the lady opened the trunk door. Martha strained to listen more closely, anticipating the sound of a wailing baby. She was startled when she felt someone force her into the rear seat of the automobile before her eyes had acclimated to the dim lighting inside the vehicle. When the door slammed shut behind her, she stumbled forward and let out a terrified shriek. The front window was pushed down, revealing a hand reaching out with an envelope. The alleged mother grabbed the letter before vanishing into the shadow of October.

After Martha let out a scream, someone immediately covered her lips with their palm, which muffled the sound. The motor of the vehicle started, and the vehicle, which had Martha locked inside, began to drive away. She was shaking with fear. The person holding her tightened their grip on her as she struggled to get free, and then someone struck her in the back of the head with something heavy after she had been struggling to break away. Martha collapsed into his arms, mute and motionless as she did so.

When Martha regained consciousness, she was inside of a room. It was completely black, with the exception of a sliver of light that could be seen under what seemed to be the door. Her first conscious thought was of the dull ache that she was experiencing in the back of her head, which was the location where she had been struck. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw that she was positioned correctly on a chair and awake. As soon as she regained consciousness, she knew immediately that someone had taken her hostage, and her heart started to pound frantically against her ribs. Kidnapped! Who might possibly want to abduct her, and why would they want to do that? Martha suddenly became aware that her hands were restrained behind the chair as she attempted to lift one of them to brush her hair away from her face. The rope was binding her at the knee and the ankle, and her legs were tied to the legs of the chair so that she had no choice but to sit in a very unladylike posture. Her head was throbbing, and it took her a minute to fully comprehend the worst news of all! She was without clothing!

Martha's pink and plump skin was exposed to the world, or whomever had abducted her at the very least. The only thing covering her body was a crisscross of thick rope that encompassed her whole body. She was scared at the idea that someone may see her in such a vulnerable state, and she felt heat spreading over her face and seeping down her chest. Except for when she was in the shower, she never went barefoot in public. She never glanced in the mirror, and she made sure that Evan never had the chance to do so either. Not until marriage, she would tell him on the few times when his passion got the better of him and a chaste kiss threatened to go too far. Marriage was the one exception to the rule.

However, at this point she was exposed, with her high and tiny breasts on full display, her rose pink nipples protruding between the ropes that were brutally cutting into her flesh. Her sexuality was on display, and despite her best efforts, she was unable to pull her legs together. The sheer shame of being nude was so intense that it entirely overcame any dread of being abducted or murdered. This was because the embarrassment was so intense.

She started sobbing, letting out small frantic mews and gulps as tears streamed out of her eyes and overflowed into her soft round cheeks. Someone from behind her shouted something, which caused her to let out a surprised scream "Oh, so you're finally getting over it, huh? You took a pretty good whack from Richard there. I want to make him aware that he is underestimating his capabilities. However, you ought to be well in a day or two at the most. No lasting harm." The guy turned on the lights in the ceiling while he continued to speak.

Under an effort to concentrate, Martha squinted her eyes in the harsh fluorescent light. As her eyesight began to return, she became aware that she had been transported to a space that was devoid of any inhabitants and was lined from floor to ceiling with mirrors. "Please!" Martha shed some tears. "Please! What kind of treatment are you planning to provide me? Why am I in this place? Oh, please don't keep me here any longer!" Her tears caused her voice to break, and she was clearly shaken.

"Relax,. You won't meet a violent end at our hands. We have no intention of doing so, that is, provided that you carry out our instructions. Just relax. You are going to be spending a significant amount of time here with us. You have the option of making things really difficult for yourself, or you can take it easy and enjoy it. I have a feeling that we are going to have a great deal of fun together, Martha. Only Richard, you and I are here. You're our new pet. We had become weary of using the previous one."

Martha was completely unable of understanding what he was saying to her. Martha clenched her eyes tightly together and prayed with all of her might as the guy continued to stroll around in front of her. However, it seems that her prayers were in vain since when she regained consciousness and opened her eyes, the same guy was still standing directly in front of her. He had a tall and slender build and was clothed in trousers and a white cotton T-shirt. His black and thick hair was trimmed into a short crop.

He crouched down in front of Martha, a grin spreading over his face as he did so. She let out a piercing scream despite the fact that she was unable to open her eyes as she felt his touch on her thigh. The huge, rough fingers went slowly in the direction of her exposed genitalia. The tips of the fingers made their way past her pubic curls and down to her exposed tiny pussy below. Her shrieking escalated into a high-pitched howl as it continued. The guy pulled his hand away and then struck her across the face with a harsh smack. Then one more, on the other cheek, rendering her speechless with shock.

"Come on, honey,. I'm sorry I had to do that to you, but you've really started to get on my nerves. If you don't keep talking, I'm going to have to resort to taping your lips shut. If you make one more sound, other than responses to questions I directly ask you, I will tape your lips shut with duct tape. Do you understand?"

Martha was terrified and could only give a quiet nod. When he continued to stroke her pussy, she emitted a strangled gasp and her breathing became irregular. She lost consciousness and let out another shriek as he inserted his finger inside her, which was the biggest object that had ever penetrated her virgin sex.

After feigning disdain, the guy struck her again with such force that she could hear ringing in her ears. He went away for a little while and then returned with the duct tape in his hand. He removed a huge silver oval from the roll of adhesive tape and bit it with his teeth before pressing it firmly over Martha's lips to stifle her sobs. Martha's cries were muffled as a result.

"If that is how you want things to be done, Martha, then that is the way we will proceed. That will appeal to Richard. The wilder the better, in his opinion. They never revert back to their wild state, Martha. Please keep that in mind. I can guarantee that once Richard has a chance to correct you, you will change your behavior for the better."

When Martha looked at the guy, her eyes became as large as trays and she gazed at him. He was familiar with her name! As if he could read her thoughts, he continued, "Cutie, we have your handbag in our possession. We have a copy of your license here. We are aware of your place of employment, your location, and the appearance of your boyfriend. In the long run, we will be aware of a great deal more than that. But there is no rush since we have all the time in the world right now. Baby, the good times are just getting started." Martha passed out and was taken away by the benevolent gloom of the night.

When Martha eventually came , she found that she was no longer restrained to the seat in any way. Instead, she discovered that she was laying on the ground, bound with handcuffs, and that a long and strong chain was attached to a rung on the ground. She remained unclothed and was restrained on a flimsy mattress. Her lips were still pressed together with tape. She sat up slowly, putting both hands behind her head as she struggled to maintain her equilibrium. The lighting in the room was strong, and she could see her own nude and chained body wherever she turned. She stumbled backwards, landing on the flimsy cushion as she moaned into the recording device. What exactly was going to take place with her?

After what seemed to be a response to her question, Martha heard the click of a lock being unlocked, and then the door opened on its own. That had not been the same guy who had been there previously. I think you're looking for Richard. He was much paler than the previous guy and had light blonde hair and black eyes. He was noticeably shorter than the first man. With the exception of his focused countenance, he seemed to have the appearance of a young man. He did not have a pleasant grin on his face, and the fire in his eyes was obvious. His lips were tiny, and he had a vicious tongue. In contrast to the relaxed attire of the first guy, he was dressed in a shirt and black trousers that had been well ironed. He did not utter a single word to the young lady who was restrained in chains and stood in front of him.

While he was on his knees, he moved his face closer to hers. Grabbing hold of one of the tape's corners, he gave it a twist to remove it from her sensitive flesh. Martha let out a scream as her hands, which were bound, touched the irritated skin around her lips. Richard rebuked her by slapping her fingers away. He took her head in his hands and gave her a passionate kiss on the mouth before releasing her. Martha shrieked as she struggled to free herself and pull away. "Don't put up any resistance." His tone was even, unruffled, and clinical. It had a really British sound about it. He gave her a really strong smack on the cheek, but just on one side. As she heaved a breath, her fettered hands sprang up to her burning face.

"This is not the time for little boy games with the partner. Put your life out of your mind. It's finished." He paid no attention to the sobs. "It's not that you're going to die, you idiot; rather, the life you've known is coming to an end. You are now my plaything. You are nothing more than that. My pet. My concubine and my slave. I will instruct you to obey what I say. It's possible that over time you'll grow to either adore it or despise it. That has no bearing on my concerns in any way. None at all. But I will say this much to you." Once again, he drew her closer to him till she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. "If at any point in the future you attempt to pull away from me or put up any kind of resistance to me, you will be punished severely. "

His tone was icy, and even though he seemed to be smiling, his eyes remained expressionless even as his lips moved. Martha had the uncomfortable sensation of a heated, pointed fear running through her inside organs. She felt the wooziness of another faint coming on as it washed over her. Richard seized her by the scruff of the neck and demanded to know what was wrong "If you pass out again, Martha, I will bring you to consciousness in a manner that you will find to be most unpleasant. Enough with this Victorian nonsense. Take a stand."

Martha eyed him with wide eyes and a quavering lips as she continued to gaze at him. However, she had an innate understanding that there was absolutely no space for discussion. The unfortunate young lady rose up next to the mattress while she was nude, but she stumbled a little bit. Richard grabbed her wrists firmly with one hand as they were shackled together and hoisted her arms to a position far over her head. Before she had a chance to respond, he had fastened the chain to a hook that was strategically positioned in the ceiling.

Martha clenched her fists around her eyes and let out a terrified groan. "Nice tits, if you're like that kind of thing,". Richard tinkered with one of Martha's nipples in a playful manner. The nipples were rather delicate and light pink in contrast to her skin that was much whiter. Richard took two wooden clothespins out of his pocket and displayed them. He twisted one nipple between his rough fingers and said, "A little on the little side," as he did so. Martha heaved a sigh, but pulling back just served to heighten the strain that was being placed on her breast. She made an effort to keep her composure. Richard let go of the nipple, which, in contrast to the other nipple, immediately stood at attention after being let free. Since Richard was a fan of symmetry, he tugged and twisted the second nipple until it too was standing at attention in a dark pink color.

"Good. When irritated, they expand in a pleasing manner, "he said out loud, even if she wasn't the intended recipient of his words. She was little more than a distraction for him in the here and now. "Now, I've come up with a fun and creative little game. The term for this is rotation. If I don't want to mark someone, or if I just want to see them suffer again and over and over again, that's when I use it. The level of discomfort dramatically rises each time that the pin is turned. This particular method of torment is particularly effective because it causes severe discomfort without actually slicing into the victim's flesh. This method is far more efficient than using clamps, and it also saves money." He beamed a nasty smile as he slid one of the clothespins free while Martha watched, her eyes widening in dread. He did this by first pulling her nipple apart from the rest of her body and then letting the clothespin fall onto the expanded nubbin.

Martha screamed and tried to pull away, but the clothespin was firmly coiled and remained clamped on her nipple. As she pushed back, the clothespin moved slightly back and forth. Richard smiled and nodded his approval as he said, "Very beautiful." After that, he grabbed the second pin and swiftly pulled the other one of her nipples, allowing the pin to snap shut against it in the same manner that he had done with the first.

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop! What are you doing to torment me like this! Oh, God, please! It's very painful! Stop!"

"It is intended to be painful. Now close your mouth, because if you don't I'll put that disgusting duct tape on it again. Are you sure you want that?"

Martha gave a little head shake and lowered her voice to a cry. Her eyes were wet and filled with a begging look. Richard saw that his cock was becoming more rigid in his trousers. He adored the expression of helplessness and horror on her face. He delighted in the knowledge that he was the one responsible for it. And now for the really agonizing part. When he had both clips in his hands, he pressed them together to loosen their hold on Martha's breasts. She hissed involuntarily as the blood began to flow back into her nipples, which had become painful.

Richard gripped her skin once again before repositioning the pins at a different angle. He removed the pins after around 15 seconds, at which point Martha's nerves were once again activated, and she experienced the anguish once again. He clasped and unclamped her poor nipples so many times that they had turned from a light pink to a vibrant cherry red color by the time he was through. Martha was wailing with her head thrown back and her eyes shut. Richard couldn't help but give her nipples a nibble since they were standing so proudly, and he just couldn't help himself. Now they shone brighter than ever thanks to his kiss. Because his cock was uncomfortable in his jeans, he made a little adjustment to it.

Martha seemed to be on the verge of dozing off at this point, limp in her shackles. However, her rapid breathing was a dead giveaway. The next statement of his was certain to jolt her awake. "You're about to get your first spanking, so brace yourself. If I had to guess, I'd say this is your very first time." His chuckle was resonant and vindictive. Richard removed a little riding crop from his jacket and gently whacked Martha's pert tiny breasts, being careful to avoid her swollen nipples in the process. Martha implored him to let her down, but his response was either deafening silence or uncaring indifference to her pleadings.

In the room with the mirrors, the sound of the rough leather square of the crop being rubbed against the smooth skin created a smacking echo. Martha's shriek served as an appropriate response to each blow. The young lady's large breasts were elevated even more by her arms being stretched above her head, and her black hair tumbled down her shoulders. All of the mirrors reflected the same image of the nude young woman. Richard pressed the crop on her behind, causing it to wiggle as a result. It was amusing to him to see the large ass get pink as it bounced. Martha twitched and made an effort to get out of the path, but it was impossible for her to do so since she was constrained and tied in chains.