The Story So Far…
Cora had arrived at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure – as she looked around her she felt overwhelmed by the sumptuous luxury of it all. It must have cost her Master – Percy of Harmonington a pretty penny – but she knew he had plenty of it. And that was why he sent her to the Palace of Pain and Pleasure – he had said it was to broaden her experiences.
She was escorted through the house, still marveling at the richness around her.
However, everything changed once she was led through the leather-padded door.
Gone was the thick-pile carpeting and crystal chandeliers – now the coldness froze her to the marrow. And when she was roughly pushed into a room – she looked around her in horror.
Now read on…
The room she was pushed into – if it could be called a room – a cell or a cage might have been a better description.
The walls were crumbling bricks covered in a dingy grey flaking paint.
The floor was cement – full of dirty cracks. In the dim light that emanated from the single light bulb that was hanging from the ceiling – she caught sight of a cockroach scurrying across the floor and under the rickety looking bed in the far corner.
In the centre of the room was a wooden table and a high three legged bar stool.
Up to that point, her escort had not spoken a word. Cora couldn’t make up her mind if the slim person, dressed all in black was male or female.
But now her escort spoke to her in a high pitched voice. ‘Your master has given us his orders, from now on you do whatever you’re told without question, do you understand?’
‘I-I-I don’t …… ‘ she began.
‘Without question,’ she suddenly found herself being pushed face down over the rough wooden table. Her voluminous skirts were pulled up and her red lacy pantaloons were pulled down to her knees.
She felt the coolness of the air on her bare bottom – but not for long. A leather strap struck her left cheek – cutting into the soft flesh and she cried out in surprise and shock, as the searing pain seemed to vibrate through the whole of her bottom.
When the strap descended again, it struck her right cheek, sending waves of agony through her whole body.
The strap found its mark another ten times, alternating between her left and right cheek – by which time she was sobbing helplessly.
She was pulled roughly to her feet and her escort spoke again, asking her if she understood, that she would do whatever she was told without question.
‘Yes, yes, I understand,’ she whispered.
‘I can’t hear you,’ and she found herself once again lying face down over the table.
‘Please, please no more,’ she pleaded.
From behind her she heard a whirring sound. She strained her neck to be able to look behind her.
What she saw shocked her.
What has she seen?
To be continued…