Novel Drama Chapter 12: A Few Rules
Chapter 12: A Few Rules
Chapter 12: A Few Rules
Having owned girls before, Reggie already had a fair idea of the nature of these two. The older woman would resist but in the end she would give in easily; her resistance being more for show than anything else. She would quickly come to understand the nature of her slavery and accept it.
The younger one, on the other hand, would be a problem. Not a long term problem, for there was no woman who could not broken and tamed, but a real handful in the short term. She would resist and mean it. It would take much carefully applied pain and training to make her into an obedient slave girl. Reggie almost licked his lips at the thought of the weeks and months of training and punishment he would have to inflict upon this young and beautiful woman.
“A few rules first,” he began as he picked up his brandy and then sat in a padded leather chair. “You do not talk unless spoken to. You do not attempt any kind of escape. Attempts will be punished severely. As will any attempts to harm any member of my staff or myself. You will obey any order instantly and completely.”
He finished off his brandy and stood. In two steps he was directly in front of Darlene, his face only a few inches from hers. The rigid nipples almost touched his silk shirt. “Understand this: you are now my property. I own you. I may do anything I wish to you. Your previous life is over. You will not see any friends or relatives ever again. Is this clear?”
He stared hard into Darlene’s eyes. She could not meet his stare and turned her eyes down. Then he stepped over to Melinda. “You understand this?” he asked her directly.
Her eyes did not avert themselves, but instead glared back with a fire she made no effort to disguise. “You can go to hell!” she said through clenched teeth.
Reggie laughed in her face. Not a loud guffaw, but quiet chuckle that clearly said he understood her feelings and was not worried in the slightest about them.
“That may be… Someday. But for now, I am your Master. The sooner you accept that, the sooner the pain will cease.” He patted the bare breast that he had slapped before, almost affectionately now. “By the way, any time either of you address me, you will call me ‘Master.’ Is that clear?”
It was not hard to see the fear in Darlene’s eyes. Fear, along with a certain touch of hopelessness. She whispered, “Yes, Master.”
Melinda said nothing. novelbin
Reggie smiled.
One of the helpers came into the room, somehow summoned by Reggie or perhaps told to come by Sir Sedgewick.
“Take these two back to the dungeon,” Reggie told him. “Make this one secure but comfortable,” he said, pointing to Darlene. “That one, make uncomfortable. Oh, you can leave those arm binders on them. They’ll be hurting by morning but it could be a lot worse. You two hear that? You’re being treated kindly. I could have you strung up by your thumbs for the night!”
He chuckled again, either at the idea of the two of them hanging by their thumbs or at the look on their faces as they envisioned what that might be like.
They found that descending the stairs in those high heels was in some ways worse than climbing up. With no hands to touch the walls or help with the balance, both of them were ultra cautious with each step. Fortunately, the man escorting them did not hurry them. But then, it might not have been courtesy but a desire to look at those very nice breasts and shapely legs for as long as possible. Either way, they reached the bottom safely and were shown back to the same two cells as before. Darlene was
placed in hers first with only the addition of that chain around her neck secured with a padlock. She sat on her small bed and watched as her daughter was made uncomfortable for the night.
It was a simply arrangement for the young woman. Melinda was made to stand in Darlene’s cell while the man fetched a chair that he put in the second cell. Just as Melinda was thinking maybe she would be tied to the chair, he unlocked the chain that had linked her neck to the ring on the wall, and then locked into a ring set into the ceiling in the center of the cell. He stood on the chair to reach that ring, and then removed the chair from the cell. “Comes on in here,” he told Melinda. “And stand right there, love.”
When Melinda did not obey, he simply grabbed a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. She yelped, but followed as he tugged on her nipple into her cell. There he wrapped the end of the hanging chain around her neck and locked in snugly in place.
Closing the cell doors and locking them, he bid the ladies goodnight and was gone. Melinda looked as if she was about to cry. Her lower lip was trembling. “Mom, this is terrible. They’re going to make me stand up all night! How can I get any sleep that way?”
Darlene shook her head. Even with her arms secured behind her in that single glove, she could lay her body down and would be able to sleep – probably, if her arms did not get to hurting too much. But Melinda could take only a small step in any direction and could not even squat down.
“From what they said, we’ll be taken someplace tomorrow. Maybe you’ll be able to sleep on the journey.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” exclaimed Melinda, angrily. “These bastards will probably make us walk to that lodge or whatever it is.” For a minute she was silent as she gave a test pull on the chain. It was quite solidly secured. She would have stomped her feet in exasperation had she not been wearing those ridiculously tall high heels.
Finally, in a much weaker voice, she said, “Dad will be able to find us, won’t he?”
“I don’t know, dear. But I’m sure he’s looking. So are the police. We’ve been missed by now and our car has been found.” She sighed. “Meantime, please play along with them. Don’t fight them. You’ll only get hurt.”
“I can’t just let them… Whatever it is they’re going to do to us. That Reggie guy talked like he is going to hurt us. That’s the way some men are, aren’t they? Some men like to hurt women?”
Darlene sighed again. Melinda was, of course, correct. Even Darlene’s husband, a wonderful man and good husband, occasionally like to spank her bottom until she was crying. But then they would have sex and it would be better than normal.
“Just don’t do anything stupid, dear,” Darlene continued. “Don’t give him an excuse to hurt you.”
“I don’t think he needs an excuse,” she said sadly.
It was a long night for both of them.