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Sophie - 2
by Diomedes (diomedes050465@aol.com)

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Sophie discovers the pain of being a pleasure toy. (FF, 
v, tor, bd)

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Chapter Two

Hands lifted her as exhaustion overcame her and she was 
half guided half carried down a long winding staircase 
into the cellars of the Manor. 

Somehow she still had her shoes on and even in her 
exhausted state she was aware of the loud clacking 
against the stone steps and floor. The straps around 
her ankles were connected together by a short chain 
that prevented her taking more than small steps but as 
her strength began to return she began to struggle. 

"Let me go you bastards, let me go," her voice rasped 
out through gritted teeth and the pain that racked her 
body, particularly the twin entrances between her legs.

Her escorts paid no attention and simply held her 
tighter.

She was pushed and pulled into a dark room, large from 
the feel of it but so dark that she could hardly see. 
She felt a chain attached to the cuffs behind her back, 
then one wrist was freed and in an instant both arms 
were brought in front of her and the cuffs went back 
on. Using all her remaining strength she lashed out 
with her manacled hands at the face of the nearest man. 
The blow hit home and he staggered backwards.

"Bitch, you'll learn, my lord paid well for you, so now 
its time..."

His voice was cut short. 

"I had hoped that you would take this time to rest a 
little but I see you have much to learn."

It was the one in charge. 

"Up," he motioned to the two men who she now saw 
appeared to be liveried servants.

Sophie felt the chain attached to her cuffs being 
pulled and her hands and arms were stretched above her 
head. Her arms continued to stretch until her feet 
barely touched the floor.

The man stepped behind her and said something she did 
not hear. His hand ran over her buttocks, and she felt 
three fingers push into her sex.

"Still wet, you are truly a slut..."

He came back in front of her and motioned his hand. 
Suddenly the room was bathed in a subdued light and she 
looked around at what looked like a medieval torture 
chamber with every device she had ever heard of around 
the walls. To one side though was a large bed and near 
to where she was hanging a flat solid table. The man 
pulled a chair to within about five feet of her and sat 
down facing her.

"Who are you, why are you doing this to me, please let 
me..."

She never finished her sentence as a bullwhip landed 
across her back and she screamed long and loud, then a 
second and then a third. She realised the servants were 
standing either side of her and lashing her in turn. 
The end of the whip curled around her body so that her 
breasts and stomach were also receiving a lashing. He 
had whipped her often, when she had misbehaved or 
displeased him, and once when she had been reluctant to 
allow him to piss into her mouth he had whipped her 
brutally, that was a month ago now or was it a 
lifetime, her mind was in a total whirl.

The twin whips cracked across and around her body again 
and again. How many she didn't now since her whole 
world now was simply pain and screams and tears.

"Twelve – Enough," the man said.

Only twelve! Is that all there had been. In her life 
she had never known such pain and she sobbed and 
sobbed. What was happening, when would this end?

The man walked towards her and ran his fingers along 
the wheals that were quickly rising across her breasts.

"You know, you are even more beautiful when you scream. 
Now no more silly antics please or next time I won't be 
so gentle."

"You okay Simon?" asked the man.

"Yes my Lord."

"Good. As a recompense from her you can fuck her if you 
like, front or back I don't care."

The man resumed his seat in front of her, obviously 
knowing the servant's predilection as she felt him move 
behind her and almost instantly thrust himself into her 
bruised and bleeding ass. Because of her position the 
penetration was not easy but the servant was vicious 
and brutal and fucked her deep by pulling her off the 
floor so that her body was supported fully on only her 
arms. He came quickly and as he did pinched her nipples 
and pushed his nails into them, she cried out with him, 
partly in pain but also partly from some perverse 
pleasure.

In the interim the other servant had stayed behind her 
and she was vaguely aware that he was obviously busy 
with something, she didn't think anything of it as she 
was anally raped for the umpteenth time tonight.

The three left the room and her hanging from her 
chains. He had said rest for a while – in this 
position? The room was still lit and as she did indeed 
get what rest she could she felt some heat behind her 
left side. She looked back in the direction and froze 
in horror. The servant had lit a brazier and there were 
several irons in it.

Dear gods no she prayed, but somewhere the thought of 
being branded property excited her ad she began to sob 
softly in her pain and total humiliation. She had been 
buggered by a servant as a trifle a compensation, what 
more could happen to her.

Amazingly she must have slept for a while, she had no 
way of knowing how long except that her arms now hurt 
as much as her back, ass and sex. What awoke her was 
the opening of the room's door and a group of people 
coming in. She could see them clearly now, one at least 
she recognised from earlier. 

The man, the one they called "My Lord" was leading with 
an attractive well-built blonde woman on his arm, she 
couldn't have been any more than eighteen. Behind them 
were seven others, six men and a woman. The men were 
all in their thirties of forties but the woman was 
older, maybe fifty or fifty-five, attractive with raven 
black hair but with a definitively cruel stare in her 
eye as she devoured the naked and chained woman. All 
were still impeccably dressed in evening wear, looking 
as though they were just on their way to a ball instead 
of preparing to torture a young woman.

the older woman was so obviously a total sadist that 
there could be no doubt who had used that dildo to tear 
her ass, but as the young blonde moved passed her front 
she caught the perfume – it hadn't been the older woman 
but this young, innocent looking girl!

"You whipped her earlier?" It was the blonde.

"Yes, she attacked Simon. She had to be brought back 
into line. I offered her to him as a recompense and he 
buggered her, made her bleed all over again from the 
tear that you gave her my dear."

"I liked that – it excited me hearing her scream. It's 
a pity I missed the whipping I should have liked to 
hear her screams again."

"No problem. Gentlemen, would you oblige?"

Two men stepped behind her and she heard herself 
begging them for this not to happen. She was sobbing 
and crying before the first blow hit and then she was 
screaming again. Crying out for all her lungs were 
worth, screams and sobs that should have raised some 
pity but as the ordeal ended, with what she guessed was 
the twelfth blow, though her tears and sobs she heard 
the Girl's voice.

"I liked that. This promises to be a fun evening. I'm 
getting hot and horny already. Do you think she's has 
ever sucked pussy?"

"Why don't you ask her" one of the men behind her.

"Who cares, she's going to anyway." The blonde again.

A chair was put a couple of feet in front of her and 
the blonde sat right on the edge and hitched up her 
dress to expose a smoothly shaven sex with a small gold 
padlock piercing both labia lips to keep them closed. 

The chain was loosened and as she dropped to hear knees 
to ease the muscles of her legs her head was pulled 
forwards, to the girl's sex. She could see that the 
padlock actually passed through the flesh but her 
clitoris was already firm enough to be visible.

Sophie had only ever had sex with another woman twice 
and both times she had hated it. She had done it 
because He had wanted to watch her. At least she knew 
what to do and gently licked at the little nub, her 
hands still manacled stroked along the lips and she 
even managed to get a couple of fingers under the 
padlock and inside the girl. 

For an instant she stopped, she had touched the girl's 
hymen, the girl was a virgin ! She quickly resumed her 
oral ministrations and manipulations of the tiny bud 
with the result that she felt the orgasm arising and 
then the girls thighs tightly either side of her face 
as it arrived – very noisily. 

Sophie began to move away but the girl's hand held her.

"Can I?" asked the girl.

What did that mean? Sophie was momentarily puzzled as 
she heard the man reply.

"Of course, you can do anything you like, or at least 
almost anything."

Laughter echoed around the room as Sophie, in disgust, 
realised what the girl meant. She was pissing into her 
mouth.

"Swallow it, or I'll make the whipping you just 
received feel like a tender loving kiss."

There was a cruelty in this girl's voice that Sophie 
had never heard before, from anyone. But it was a 
cruelty that was obviously real and in fear she 
swallowed as much of the disgusting liquid as she could 
manage.

She began to cry inwardly. She had resisted Him this, 
resisted the Man who was her Lord and now performed the 
act for a sadistic little girl who she didn't even 
know.

When the girl had stopped peeing she stood up and 
Sophie knelt on the stone floor in a mess of sweat and 
spilt urine. Her body aching all over.

"Actually Georgina, that's a damned good idea." The 
voice of one of the men who had so far simply watched, 
although no doubt he had raped her earlier.

So saying her moved forward and stood over her. He 
forced open her mouth as he slipped his sex out of his 
trousers, this time she knew exactly what was going to 
happen. He pissed an endless stream of bitter yellow 
liquid. She drank and swallowed all she could but when 
she closed her mouth to swallow he carried on pissing 
and her face and hair became sodden with it. 

As he stopped he pushed himself into her mouth and she 
licked and swallowed the last droplets but she didn't 
stop licking and out of habit of training she closed 
her eyes and gently used her mouth and tongue on the 
soft member. 

She was rewarded, as she knew she would be, by feeling 
it harden in her mouth, she continued to work on it 
even as she heard voices remarking on what a total slut 
she was. That here she was, raped, buggered, whipped 
and pissed on and at the first opportunity she sucked 
cock with no compulsion and without even being asked. 
And it was, she knew, all true...

He took a long time to climax, always the way she knew 
when someone had had sex only a little while ago and 
while she didn't know if it was her she could 
definitely taste a woman's sex on his prick. 

Eventually she felt him begin to build and as he went 
that little bit harder he pushed himself down her 
throat to cum. Lots of men did that she knew from 
experience and had long ago been taught to swallow even 
in that position. He finished and withdrew from her 
willing mouth softening already. He wiped her spittle 
and any last vestiges of his cum off himself by using 
her hair. 

"Wow, liked that!"

At a word from the man she was again hauled upright her 
legs were pulled apart and fastened to rings set into 
the floor, she could hardly move but had lost the will 
to do so anyway. She closed her eyes but almost 
instantly flipped them open again. The elder woman was 
between her legs, licking her, kissing her with an 
expertise born of long practice. Fingers entered Sophie 
front and rear, but gently not roughly, she was a toy 
to play with and she knew it.

Nonetheless despite the pains in her body and the 
humiliation of her position Sophie quickly knew that 
she was going to climax. It didn't take long before she 
indeed did, along loud climax which drew applause from 
her small audience, the woman's tongue continued and in 
what felt like the same moment Sophie erupted into a 
second orgasm almost as the first subsided.

The woman stood up and looked directly into Sophie's 
face then kissed her long and hard, Sophie could taste 
her own juices on the woman's face and when offered her 
fingers to lick clean did so without compunction or 
even a second thought, and tasted more of her own sex 
and ass.

"She still very unmarked." It was a middle-aged man who 
spoke, the one she recognised from earlier.

Like something out of an 18th Century play the Man 
pulled a cord and within moments two muscular men 
entered the room. Stripped to the waist they looked 
like weightlifters and Sophie admired their bodies as 
the Man spoke quietly to one of them, too quietly for 
her to hear, but a rush of fear went through her body 
and she glanced at the brazier across the room.

The two newcomers each selected a cat o' nine tails 
from the number hanging on the wall. Sophie braced 
herself for what was coming.

"Wait! I have an idea to get more effect. John..." It 
was the Man.

The one, obviously called 'John' stepped forward an 
unrolled a small package on the table. Sophie couldn't 
see what it contained until John turned around and she 
saw he was holding a number of long thin steel needles, 
like acupuncture needles. He moved towards her and at 
the fear in her eyes smiled with a sadistic leer.

Without warning her pushed the first needle into the 
side of her left breast, the pain wasn't too bad until 
he flicked the end, which caused her to cry out. A 
second needle went into the outside of her right breast 
and then one upward into the bottom of each breast and 
then another into the top of each. Each one was pushed 
in an inch or more and to check after each John flicked 
the end to watch her wince. 

A fourth needle was pushed into each breast immediately 
behind the nipple but this time it was pushed all the 
way though and Sophie screamed loudly this time. With 
at least a dozen more in his hand John stepped back.

"Think that will do for now."

Sophie expected to see her breasts bleeding but the man 
obviously knew what he was doing, there was none except 
she could feel a small trickle where the needles exited 
below her nipple.

Almost immediately a blow from the cat hit her back and 
then another and then another. Sophie had no idea how 
long the whipping went on for, they whipped her back 
and her ass, her sex and the insides of her thighs, 
even her shoulders and her stomach. Each blow made the 
needles quiver and increased her pain and occasional 
blows even her the needle creating an excruciating 
feeling. Sophie knew she wouldn't orgasm again but felt 
her wetness between her legs, whipping always did this 
to her. 

The man gave a signal and "John" removed the needle 
from the top of each breast. Sophie's eyes were closed 
at the brief respite and she never saw the two cats 
exchanged for riding crops – never saw but certainly 
felt as they hit her constantly across her ass and 
upper thighs. Now she was screaming with all of her 
lungs and when the blows changed to the upper side of 
her breasts she heard herself begging for mercy and for 
this torture to stop. 

Eventually after a lifetime they did but as they eased 
off her body was no longer unmarked. She had dark 
wheals across all of the back of her body and legs, her 
breasts had been whipped to a point of actually 
bleeding across some of the lines, especially where 
they intersected.

Sophie lowered her head and wept softly but felt an 
incredible excitement inside to be the slave to these 
people even if she had no idea as to how this was 
happening to her.

"I have an idea to finish off this evening's fun!" It 
was the young girl.

Sophie saw her whisper something to the Man, whose 
reaction was to smile and pass what was obviously an 
order to one of the servants who left the room to re-
enter after a few minutes holding a small bag.

Sophie was lowered onto her knees and her wrist 
attached to similar rings to those holding her ankles. 
She was told to kneel upright and stay there, she 
obeyed enjoying this total servitude and the fact that 
no one was whipping her now.

The servant gave the bag to the girl who walked behind 
Sophie and with a rough hand caressed the wheals and 
bruises across her back and shoulders and then without 
warning simultaneously pulled the needles from Sophie's 
nipples. Sophie had gotten used to the dull ache but 
screamed when the needles came out. The others were 
also removed but they caused only a minor twinge in 
comparison.

Then Sophie felt her long hair lifted free of her back 
and shoulders. She was puzzled and equally so when she 
heard scissors cut away the tresses. Her eyes watered 
with tears, "Please not my hair, don't cut my hair." 
There was no reaction as the girl kept cutting and 
Sophie felt more of her hair fall away until there was 
little left but short stubble. 

Then a foam was rubbed over her scalp and one of the 
servants used a razor to shave her completely smooth 
and bald. Sophie had never felt such humiliation and to 
make her condition worse they showed her herself in a 
mirror and Sophie saw the state of her body as well as 
her totally shaven head.

A small group of maybe five or six men entered the room 
but stayed back in the shadows.

"Ah, welcome. Well shall we finish for this evening 
Gentlemen?"

A murmur of approval spread around the group, and 
Sophie was unchained and moved to the bed where she was 
tied spread-eagled, face down.

She heard movement behind her and the man's voice 
saying.

"You are no longer Sophie you exist as your master's 
Slave and your master's property so it is only fitting 
that you should be marked. You will now be branded with 
the 'S' of Slut on your left buttock and your master's 
mark on your right. These will remain with you all of 
your life and even if you leave cannot be removed."

"Please, No. No. Please!" Sophie begged like she never 
had before but ultimately knew it was useless and some 
part of her was excited at the thought of being a 
marked slave, it was after all the next step from where 
she had gone so far.

She felt the heat close to her just an instant before 
the irons started burning as she screamed. The actual 
contact lasted only moments but the intense pain 
continued and she was grateful for the cold water 
dabbed onto her.

Seconds later she was aware of a man masturbating over 
her and she felt the heat of his cum hit her bald head 
and trickle down over her face. Then a second and then 
a third. All were cumming on her face and shaven head 
but then she felt her seared buttocks pulled apart and 
cried at the new pain as the girl wanted to bugger her 
ass again. Sophie sobbed as she felt the huge strap-on 
forced into her already torn ass, Sophie sobbed but 
knew she was going to orgasm again and as the girl 
raped her Sophie cried out in another orgasm, and 
amidst her nightmare Sophie heard the girl laugh.

They left her like that, tied, her face and head 
covered in the cum of any number of men, her body in 
incredible pain and blood oozing from whip and crop 
marks and her newly torn ass hole. She was more 
humiliated that she thought it was ever capable of 
being, but some part of her was enjoying this new level 
of degradation.

Sophie wondered what world she had come to and what 
would happen next, now she wore her master's mark 
forever branded into her.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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