MELODY - LOST FROM HOME
[ part 7 ]
The next day began much the same as the previous one, except this time Melody was using the bucket as the door was thrown open, she paused for a moment, and then decided ‘why should I’ and she continued pissing away as The Baron watched, amusement etched on his face, when she had finished he offered her a cloth to wipe herself with.
“Thank you Baron, I take it you want me to accompany you back to the chamber?” She tried to hide the embarrassment in her voice by adopting the ‘Queen’s’ voice.
“Yes, Princess – if you wish you may walk like that!” he gestured at her nakedness, trying to upset her, and then he added. “It doesn’t matter as I expect to have them removed once you arrive in the chamber.”
Melody looked at the forlorn fabric that consisted of her modesty, even after all that had been done to her, they hadn’t really hurt her – embarrass her yes, made her uncomfortable? Of course! Even the hot wax didn’t really cause pain just discomfort. She decided to play along.
“Since that is the case, I suppose they’re not needed are they?” she announced to the surprised Baron, she stood up, placed the garment onto her bed and walked naked to the door.
He dropped out of character for a moment, “Damm, if only my daughter would do that,” he said softy, then gathered himself, “Yes Princess, come with me.” And the two walked to the chamber side by side.
The rack was occupied by Bethany again, she smiled as Melody arrived with the Baron, and Melody gave a quick smile back. The Baron sat in his chair and studied the girl before him.
“Well princess, now you’ve had time to consider, what is you decision?” He rested his chin on his hands as he regarded Melody.
She tried to give a curtsy, which she found most odd in her current attire, and said, “Baron Latchless, you are oathbound to serve the King, by doing this you are breaking your oath.” She remembered something about this from history lessons at school.
The Baron laughed, “Oh yes the oath, well my dear it was my cousin who made the oath to the King, but I’ve been elevated to this position since then, I haven’t yet been brought before the King, so I’m not breaking any oaths.” The smile remained on his face. Then he spoke again, “Now Princess, now that we have that sorted out what is your choice?”
Melody just looked at him, ‘he’d covered that quickly’, she thought and then remembered the threats of the previous days, she turned and walked to the X-shaped frame work, which was currently empty, she saw where the straps were open and ready, she positioned herself, to the amusement of the Baron, who nodded at the two women watching.
Quickly Melody was bound to the frame, facing the Baron, who spoke. “So that is your decision, you want to be whipped until you’re dead?” He pointed to the array of whips curled on the wall, from the light switches and then ranging to the heavy bullwhip, all of which glisten with moisture, as if they’d been oiled (which they had been).
“No my dear, as much as I want to see your pretty flesh scored and marked for my pleasure, I don’t think you’d be able to survive our attentions with those.” He smiled coldly
The Baron smiled at her, "No, it would be too much to mar that body of yours with scars, so we're going to be merciful to you." He gestured to the torturers again. Melody watched as they closed in, when they were near enough their weapons were displayed.
'FEATHERS!' Thought Melody. 'How are they supposed to torture me with those’? She soon found out, at first she tried not to react to the light tickling, but then the sensations increased and she started laughing, then the feathers moved all over her body, starting to concentrate on her young slit.
She started to feel a strange sensation from the small developing bump that she knew was there; soon she was squirming with the need to. . . Well she didn't really know what she needed to do, then, from beside her Elizabeth's voice said,
"Relax, just let yourself go with it, don't worry about anything." And so she did, the pressure increased in her mind and then. She came! Her senses seemed to overload and her vision went white, she felt wetness between her legs running down to her feet.
When she came too, she found herself slumped forward on the framework, a moisten cloth was being wiped over her body.
The Baron was standing over her, a sardonic smile on his lips, "Now you know how I could make you feel every night, all you'd have to do is to convince you father to abdicate and you would have that whenever you wanted!"
Melody had to swallow a couple of times, then she was composed enough to say, "But Baron, you didn't do that - your servants did! I could get my servants to do the same without causing my father any heartache, so No Baron, I won't"
"That's it!" Said the Baron, who picked up a dog whip from the array of equipment, he approached the girl.
He started to whip her legs, not hard but enough to cause it to sting with the urine, Melody started to cry with the pain, this seemed to excite the Baron because he started to move around the girl changing to the backs of her legs, then up to her buttocks, then he moved around her again this time hitting her thighs, and then the end stuck her slit.
"AAAARRGGHHH!" she screamed and bucked wildly. The Baron stood back and gestured for one of the torturers to inspect her body.
"It didn't cut the skin, but it was too hard for her!" said Elizabeth, "There is no need to stop just yet, but take more care." She said to the Baron who nodded, he went to the rack of instruments and took a strap from it.
"This will be better to instruct you in the art of begging. For that is what you'll be doing my young thing, begging me to stop, begging me to allow you to ask your father to abdicate!" The Baron said softly.
Melody caught her breath and looked at the Baron, "Never! My father will never abdicate to a man like you! Even if you kill me you will always be known as a traitor in this land!"
The Baron laughed again and drew back his hand. This time the strap struck her chest, hitting the barely formed breasts, the pain was sharp and made her breasts hot. The Baron laughed at her look, she was trying hard not to scream out with the pain and had screwed up her face.
“Hurts does it?” The Baron’s voice oozed itself into her ears, “All you have to do is to give up, and that’s all!”
For some reason Melody didn’t bother to even think, she had locked herself into the role. “N… (pant) Noo. . .” She drew in a deep breath, and then spoke out in a normal voice, “No Baron, I will not surrender my father’s position to you!”
The Baron threw up his hands, “I don’t believe this! We hit her and she just sits up and wants more!” He looked at the two torturers, “You two, show her pleasure and pain, make her beg and scream out for release, and then don’t listen to her! I’m fed up with her! Teach her humility and make her want to obey me!”
Listening to this Melody also heard an intake of breath from the two women; she didn’t notice Elizabeth leave the chamber.
Breaking the convention one of the women spoke to Melody, “We’ve never gone this far before! This will be painful for you, remember when you can’t take anymore just speak out.”
Melody nodded, and drew in a breath, “Let’s go!”
The two women looked at each other and shook their heads, then one went to the array of punishment tools and took two strips of leather, she handed one to her colleague and the stood to one side of Melody, opposite the other woman, at a nod both drew back their arms.
‘CRACK/K’ both hits struck almost at the same time causing the echo effect, the pain was awful, Melody screamed out with the pain, riding it, trying to breath in and then ‘CRACK’ this time both straps hit at the same time, then the two women moved position slightly, one aiming high one low, ‘CRACK/CK’ one wrapping itself against her chest, the other on her ass, the curling leather wrapping itself around her hips, caressing the flesh that it was tormenting.
A word from far away entered her blazing mind, “pleasure” and she felt a tongue, no. Not a tongue, but two of them, one on her ass, the other moving on her slit, she forced her eyes open and looked down. Two naked girls, slightly older than her were sitting at her feet, their tongues moving against her body.
She could feel the warmth of her body concentrating on the target of the girl in front, it felt good, so good, she wanted more, more, more – ‘CRACK’ the touch of the leather on her skin was like a raw sore the scab having just been pulled away from the skin.
“Aaahhh!” She cried out in pain, a silent part of her whispered inside her, ‘just give up, why not? It’s only a game! Nobody’s really going to get hurt.’ and then ‘CRACK!’ the impact of the lash put paid to her coherent thoughts.
The sensation of the girls licking her body with the counterpoint of the leather striking her body almost overwhelmed her, and the insistent voice in her head telling her to give in had almost convinced her, she opened her mouth to scream out for them to stop/carry on/don’t stop when there was a commotion at the main chamber doors.
The doors burst open forcing the guards by them to stumble away from their duty, a large white horse, eyes wide galloped to the Baron’s chair a sword was then at the throat of the Baron, and a voice that Melody knew well spoke out.
“Baron Latchless, you have kidnapped the daughter of the King, prepare to face your punishment.” John Jones spoke to the Baron who cringed back from the sword; other men in a different livery had entered the chamber and were releasing the chained girls from their ‘ordeal’.
“Your majesty, I must protes…” the Baron’s words were cut short as the sword came closer to his throat.
“Quiet you cur, where is my daughter?” John said.
Melody smiled, it was just as she hoped, the King’s daughter rescued by her father on a white charger. “Your majesty,” She said, “I am here.” Her father turned to see her, held on the frame, her body marked where the lashes had landed on her, but her face flush with sexual excitement from the attention where the two girls had worked on her.
John Jones beckoned to the guards who came up and grabbed hold of the Baron, he then moved the horse over to his daughter, he used the sword to cut her bonds and reached down to pick her up. She winced as her body was stretched again, but she didn’t protest and held onto her father.
They rode out of the chamber, leaving the Baron to the guards.
A voice from above said, “Cut and print”
Once they were out of the chamber Elizabeth reached up for Melody and checked her body over for serious bruising.
“There’s no real damage to her, she’ll need looking after for a few days, rest and relaxation is needed.” Elizabeth looked at John and said, “She should have given up beforehand, we’ve never gone that far into the scenario before!”
Then Elizabeth looked at Melody and smiled, "Well Princess was it everything you imagined."
Melody, tears streaming from her face said, "All but the last part, they were really starting to hurt, but then when I was rescued, it was just like a dream!"
Elizabeth smiled, "Which is what we wanted to make it for you, a dream not a nightmare, now you're going to your hotel room, not the dungeon, I want you to stay in bed for the next day, and rest. You have really been through a lot; I will look in from time to time and make sure that you stay there." She told Melody.
Melody nodded and then looked up at her father, "You were wonderful," she said, a real knight rescuing the maiden in distress." She looked down at her naked form, "But I'm not in a dress" she giggled, then the whole effect struck her and she started to cry for real, her father managed to get down from the horse and picked Melody up, holding her in his arms.
"I'm sorry darling," He said, "If I had known that you would be really hurt I wouldn't have let you do this!"
Melody slowed her crying to look at her father, "But daddy, Elizabeth was looking after me, if she thought I was really being hurt she would have stopped it, she told me that herself, anyway I could have stopped it myself by just giving up," She turned to Elizabeth and asked, "What would have happened if I did that?"
Elizabeth smiled, "Well you would have been held in one of the cages above, until your holiday was over, so you could see how well the next 'Princess' did!" She held onto Melody, "But we've never had a princess who held out until she was rescued, everyone was so impressed with you Melody, we jumped a couple of age restrictions, with the council’s permission of course, but you play the part as it should have been done, you wait until you see it!"
Melody was shocked, "You mean you've recorded it?" she asked, Elizabeth nodded, "Even when I was in the dungeon?" another nod, "But that means you've seen me. . ."
Her father smiled, "Yes we have, and you know you should have left your panties on when the Baron collected you that last time."
She hid her face in his chest, but then looked at him, "You watched it all?" she asked
"Only when I came back from the plant, "He told her, "Your mother was in touch with Elizabeth all the time, she okayed the changes when they were suggested, and we were impressed with the way you acted, the perfect princess not giving in to the wicked Baron, how did you do it?"
This time she giggled, "I just thought about all the films I’ve seen, the princess would never give in, and her father or a hero would always rescue her at the final moment, so I just copied them!"
They walked together to her hotel room and her father tucked her in, kissed her forehead and whispered, "Goodnight Princess - your father is very proud of you."
Once she finished her story she started to cry again, this time tears of release, the loss of her parents as well as the two who had cared for her whilst she was at her uncle, I held onto her realising that this was the first time she had really given up to her emotions and needed to feel safe.
Safe? In my arms? I shook my head; I was supposed to treat her like a slave not as the young girl she deserved to be. I just kept hold of her, then I notice that her breathing had slowed and she was sleeping, I picked her up and placed her on the bed, a motion outside the cage distracted me.
"Before you fire, I'll need the minidisks and videos upstairs by the computer, can you make sure they're with us?" I asked into the room, there was a 'phuff' and I felt a sting on my neck, I sat down on the chair and leant back as the anesthetic took hold..