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.

The volume and intensity of Martha's pleas for help increased significantly when Richard started using the crop on her back. Her derriere was, at least, shielded from the punches by a generous amount of padding, but her back was more delicate, and the stinging strikes were peppering her skin. She attempted to evade the crop by turning away from it, but it caught her cleanly across one breast as she did so. Her screams escalated into an agonizing screech, and she started crying even though she was trying so hard to keep her eyes closed out of dread. Richard was aware that the blow to the nipple must have felt like a flame was being applied. But he was also aware that this was not an especially harsh beating; any reasonably trained slave could have endured it in silence without making a peep or a sound of protest. with the exception of that one whack to the already throbbing breast.

But Martha was not a slave at that time. Not even close. She hadn't even started to fathom what it was like to be in pain at that point. However, she would acquire knowledge swiftly. Richard was an enthusiastic and hardworking educator. He smiled at this wordless description of himself and then proceeded to whip her more severely, hitting her in the stomach, her sex, her back, her ass, and her thighs. He continued until she was in tears. Martha found herself compelled to start dancing, shrieking, and leaping as she attempted to dodge the harsh strikes that were hurting her. Richard's strikes got ever more forceful as she sobbed and begged, and he left furious red markings all over the virgin's body. Despite her tears and pleading, this just appeared to encourage Richard to continue his assault.

When he finally came to a halt, Martha was completely drenched in perspiration. She was startled to discover that she had wet herself when she felt a warm trickle of liquid pouring down her leg. She had accidentally wet herself. Even Richard came to the same conclusion. He hissed at me, his voice dripping with contempt as he said, "You dirty pig." He essentially forced her to the mattress, where she was left drenched in her own pee and was left to weep herself to sleep.

As he closed and shut the door behind him, he made a promise to me: "Tomorrow, your true training will begin."

It had been many hours. Martha knew that she must have dozed off because, when she tried to open her eyes, the haze of her dreams caused her to suddenly get confused, and she believed for a second that she was at home in her own comfortable bed. It even smelt like home, and the aroma of baking recalled to memory her mother's warm and cheery kitchen where she used to spend time with her while she was growing up. But the shackles that were on her wrists and the urine-soaked mattress that was under her bare body served as an immediate and terrible reminder that she was not in her own house.

Martha was having trouble sitting up when she saw that a tray had been placed next to her and had a dish towel draped over it. Martha reached out hesitantly and pulled the towel off the table. There were three warm muffins tucked away in the bottom of a basket, along with an empty cup and a little pitcher that smelled like coffee being brewed. Even a little creamer and sugar dish made out of earthenware were included. Martha became aware that she was famished and surprised at the fact that she was even able to think about food despite the fact that she may be killed at any minute.

She had always been a sensible young lady, so she reasoned that she would as well go to her grave well fed as starving. She ate a sizable portion of a muffin as she reached for it. It included fresh blueberries that were baked into a soft and warm bread, and it was really amazing. It's possible that the notion that this may be her last supper contributed to the dish's exceptional flavor. She made the decision to attempt to pour some of the coffee, and she spent a few seconds trying to arrange herself in such a manner that the heavy chain that was hanging between her wrists wouldn't come in the way of her doing so.

When the door opened on its quiet hinges, Martha let out a scream as her chains clanged against the coffee pot, causing the lid to fly off in a little heap on the floor. "I hope your morning is going well, Martha. It seems that you have already located your breakfast. I'm sorry, I didn't want to shock you. Please forgive me." The tall, dark guy entered the room while smiling at Martha, who was now sitting with her knees pulled up in an attempt to conceal the fact that she was nude.

"Last night I was quite impolite, and I neglected to introduce myself to anybody. I am known by the name Steven." He waited for what seemed like an eternity, as if she was going to react with a polite greeting such as "how do you do" or another usual greeting. She did nothing except look at him, her already huge eyes widening even more in response to her terror.

It seemed as if Steven paid almost any attention to the fact that she was bound and nude. They could as well have been holding a tea party for all it seemed like. He crouched down close to the tray, and in a solicitous tone, he said, "Allow me to lend you a hand with that. Do you take sugar? Cream?" His tone became considerably more stern when Martha didn't reply to him "Have you been bitten by a cat? When I talk to you, answer my questions. Keep in mind where you are." This was not a tea party by any means.

As she attempted to respond, Martha's voice began to break. She started again, and this time she said, "Both, please." Steven added the sugar and cream with deftness while he was still kneeling in an easy balancing position. He gave her the cup while stirring the coffee and then handed it to her. She didn't dare deny him. Just like the muffin, the coffee was fantastic, having been freshly prepared and full of flavor. She did her best to steady her shaking hands while appreciatively sipping the beverage.

She dared to say it since he seemed to be so kind and even nice "Obviously, my father has a lot of money. If you need money, I guarantee that I will be able to acquire it for you. -"

He interrupted her while giggling. "You silly little girl! No, we are not interested in financial gain! Don't worry about us; we have more than what we need. We want you! You are our brand new toy, as I'm sure you already know. I am aware that you are not yet used to the concept, but this is now your life! There is no way to undo this. Ever. Forget Evan, forget Mommy and Daddy. Now, Richard and I make up your whole universe. Period. It will be to your advantage to get used to it as quickly as possible."