Wondering If This Is Worthy...

[AsylumSeeker]

Been working on (in my mind) a BDSM story. It may not be, may still be non-con. But was wondering none the less.

Leaving it to you.

GIDEON’S GATE CH. 01
By AsylumSeeker

Description: Sorority sisters convince a freshman co-ed to join their sisterhood


Robin had never been frozen with terror before in her life. In fact she always thought the term was an oxymoron, for wouldn’t a person’s natural instinct compel them into action when their fear was the greatest? But she had discovered this was not always the case. No, this was not the case at all, especially not in this case.

Her mind was madly racing as she felt her sleek, slender, nineteen-year old body being transported down a long corridor. Robin had been plunged into total darkness by a leather mask which had been roughly pulled over the top of her head and zipped down the back, ending at the base of her neck, before she realized what was happening.

Several strands of her long, silky black hair had been caught in the track of the zipper and even now continued to painfully pull at her scalp.

A gag was built into the mask, and it had been unceremoniously thrust into her mouth just before the zipper secured the soft leather in place. Several strands of her long, silky black hair had been caught in the track of the zipper and even now continued to painfully pull at her scalp.

The gag was a large round block of rubber that pinned her tongue to the bottom of her mouth, making speech an all but impossible task. There must have been a hole at its center for she could still feel a rush of cool air with each heavy breath that was taken. Her mouth had become dry, yet she was drooling, as with a gag in place it made swallowing an impossible task.

Her ears were covered by the leather which muffled the sounds she was hearing. The leather formed around her nose instead of compressing it, so Robin was confident that it was aligned with an opening in the mask.

Her lithe form was dressed only in provocative white lace panties that fastened at the sides and a matching bra that snapped in front between the cups that held her firm breasts. There were no shoulder straps. She recalled looking at her own reflection in a mirror before this nightmare had started and thought the white was a lovely contrast when compared to her naturally dark complexion.

Robin simultaneously shook and was shaken as the specially constructed wheeled chair transported her to an unknown location. Every inch of her was trembling with the most intense terror a person could ever imagine. Her mouth was completely dry and she could feel her tongue sticking to the smooth block that gagged her as she desperately attempted to wiggle it.

Thick leather straps pinned her wrists and both upper and lower arms to smooth, wide armrests. Her feet were flat against a footrest, ankles secured against a backrest by similar straps. Her legs were being forced in a widened position by a block of wood attached between the inside of each ankle, making the crotch of her pretty lace panties quite evident.

Her limbs were long and silky smooth. They were toned without being overtly muscular so they possessed strength and a shapely appearance. Even cupped as they were by the bra her breasts offered a hint of their splendid magnificence as the light brown swells pressed together, forming a cleavage that was the envy of many, yet to this point, relished by few.

Down lower, where shapely thighs converged, a treasure worthy of a king’s ransom was greedily protected by the white lace fabric, yet by design it allowed small hints of what rested so securely within. It could not hide the sight of bare skin underneath, or the folds of flesh that compressed together to form a vertical rim for the luscious valley between.

The ground beneath her was coarse like a cobblestone road. The strong vibrations threw her body forward and back, and then left and right, at least as far as the tight leather bindings allowed. She could feel her breasts jumping around, the nipples straining with fear as cold chills continually ran down to the base of her spine, making the fine hair on her slender arms and the back of her neck stand on end.

Afraid that she might be driven mad from the intensifying terror of her ordeal, her mind instead chose one thing to focus on; her nipples. As the mounds shifted from the insistent vibrations of the chair’s movement, the light brown, upturned tips were being rubbed against the rough lace.

Robin could feel the tops of the large swollen nipple shafts dragging back and forth against the inside of the fabric as if sandpaper, slowly wearing away the top layer of skin. Then the tall shafts would be pulled up or down, allowing the fabric to scratch away at the sides.

Soon the aching nipples grew increasingly tender and what started out as a slight aching became sharp, stinging jolts of pain. Beneath the leather head covering she could feel beads of perspiration forming on her forehead beginning to soak into her hairline. In her mind she frantically prayed for the chair to stop as the lace etched away at the next layer of skin.

Her breathing was not so heavy that it was the only sound filling her covered ears. She formed desperate moans that escaped through the passage in the gag but she could not possibly tell if anyone could hear them.

The mounting misery of her raw nipples was added to when she next felt her panties chafing along the length of her pussy lips and inner thighs. Her tips were hurting so bad she hadn’t noticed earlier, but when this new source of misery joined the first, it became almost more than she could bear. There was no hair to act as a buffer between her sensitive flesh and the fabric.

That was when the chair suddenly stopped. It took her vibrating body a few seconds to settle down and for that brief time the sharp stinging from two locations were endured. The chair being stopped quickly ushered in a new twist; what would be next?

She held her breath a moment while sitting frozen in the chair, trying to listen for any hint as to what was happening in the space around her. There was a metallic clicking sound – a lock perhaps, or a latch being released? It was followed by a squeaking – a door being opened, or a gate being pushed aside?

The external sounds were blurred by the pounding in her ears from her rapidly pumping heart. Feeling light-headed Robin released her breath and sucked in large volumes of air, feeling and hearing as it rushed through the passage in her gag and passed through the back of her mouth.

The front of the chair rose up without warning and instantly upset Robin’s equilibrium. Her head began spinning as she was pushed suddenly forward, the back wheels striking a threshold hard and jumping over the obstruction. Her body was thrown up until it was stopped by the restraints, but her unrestricted breasts bounced up and down several times from the vibrations caused by the collision.

As the still-swollen nipples quickly rubbed up and down beneath the lace bra it triggered short but intense stinging jolts of pain in both mounds that took her breath away. She wanted to scream and did in her mind, but no audible sounds resulted. And then she had the sense of being pushed up a ramp. Thankfully the floor was smooth and the rough, jerking motions ceased.

Muffled words were exchanged but it was impossible to decipher them as the pounding of her heart and heavy breathing masked nearly all external sounds that managed to reach her ears.

Robin wanted to cry and scream out in terrorized misery, but even tears would not come, just the freezing fear of an unknown fate. As her mind raced with fear she comforted herself as she considered how she had reached this point in her life…

* * * * *

Her name was Robin Sanchez, the daughter of parents that had immigrated to the United States as children from Latin America. Her father had worked hard and established a successful business and the family’s comfortable financial position enabled her parents to provide all of the essentials to the daughter they loved and adored, placing education above all else.

Robin had been raised to embrace opportunity in a land that only a few were lucky enough to call home. Throughout her academic life she worked very hard to excel as she followed in her father’s footsteps, earning the respect and admiration of her parents and the possibility of going on to college.

During her senior year of high school she was approached by a female teacher who spoke longingly of a small women’s college situated on the outskirts of a modest city just a few hours distant. Few knew of the school but the teacher told the most wonderful stories of her experience there and it soon caught Robin’s interest and imagination.

She applied at numerous colleges as many hopeful graduates do, and Gideon’s College for Women responded quickly, even offering a partial scholarship based on her academic success. Her growing excitement was difficult to reign in as the summer days dragged by.

Yet before she realized it the day had arrived and her nervous parents moved her from their home as their precious daughter began a new life. After getting settled in the dorms she was ready to begin a new chapter in her life.

Being away from family in a new environment was more difficult than she ever could have anticipated. She shed tears at night as she lay in bed, feeling pangs of loneliness in a new world that was so very different from the one she’d so confidently grown up in.

Throughout her first week at campus Robin felt like she was being watched. It was a creepy feeling that raised the hair on the back of her neck many times. She laughed it off as paranoia and tried to push it from her mind, even laughing at her own silliness. It had to have been her imagination running wild as she tried to cope with all of the new changes in her life.

Everything changed that Friday evening as she sat at a desk in her dorm room, working on her first writing assignment. She was interrupted by an unexpected knock on the door. After finishing the sentence she was in the middle of writing Robin got up and answered it.

“Hi!” she heard the friendly greeting in stereo as two perky, widely smiling young women half-waved. One was a blonde, the other a redhead.

The blonde quickly introduced herself. “I’m Beth.”

“And I’m Cassidy,” the other quickly added,

“Hi… uh, I’m Robin,” she stammered, caught off-guard by the duo.

“Can we come in?” Cassidy asked before the pair barged in anyway.

“Oh good, she hasn’t decorated and gotten settled in yet,” Beth mentioned to her companion.

They both made themselves at home and sat on either end of her bed, leaving a spot between them for Robin, who observed the unspoken invitation. Despite the uncertainty knotting her stomach Robin smiled and joined them.

“We know what it’s like to be a brand new freshman on campus so we wanted to offer you our friendship and a chance to join our sorority,” Cassidy explained their sudden arrival. “We’ve had our eye on you all week and we know you’re Gideon material.”

Suddenly the sensation of being watched all made sense now. Robin was taken aback by it all.

“Gideon material?” she heard herself wondering out loud.

“Only a few are ever asked,” Beth quickly pointed out. “Whether you know it or not, this is a real honor. You’ll better understand it all later. Do you have anything to drink?”

Robin was briefly confused. “They told me no alcohol is allowed.”

Cassidy smirked and slid the long strap of her purse off over her shoulder. She opened it up and produced a bottle of flavored rum. “Gideon sorority sisters are above the rules. Those are for the ‘others’ to follow.”

Fearful of being caught Robin got up and locked the door.

“Do you have three glasses by any chance?” Beth queried.

Cassidy giggled, “Nobody here has the cooties, we can drink straight from the bottle.”

Robin wasn’t sure why but she immediately liked and felt comfortable with the two. They gave her a sense of belonging, something she’d always had in high school and had been lonely for since her arrival. She could tell they were part of an exclusive clique by the way they carried themselves and were so confident of their identities.

As she crossed the room to return to her spot on the bed she took notice of them. Cassidy had long dark red hair that glistened in the light. Her face was quite beautiful and her full lips always seemed to be smiling. Her facial skin looked healthy as it radiated with warmth along with those steamy green eyes. The rest of her slender, shapely body was also quite lovely.

Beth, with her light blonde hair, provided quite a contrast. Her skin was lighter, almost porcelain, and she had the bluest eyes Robin ever recalled having noticed. Her body was similar to Cassidy’s, Robin noticed, and they were both similar to hers. Slender, shapely, with muscles nicely toned, and breasts neither too small nor uncomfortably expansive. And they were all strikingly attractive in their own ways.

Despite her deepest desire to allow her eyes to linger Robin made a point to shift her eyes away as she sat down between them, reassured that no one would walk in on their rule-bending behavior. Robin had been struggling with her inner self when it came to her sexuality, which was still evolving in unintended ways that continued to surprise her.

Cassidy twisted the plastic top off of the bottle and handed it to Robin. “Make us proud and prove we picked the right one. Take the first gulp.”

Robin looked at Cassidy and then down at the bottle. Her hands were shaking as she used both to grip the offered first drink. She sensed that this was an important first step and that she needed to prove something to the pair if she had a chance at being accepted. And being accepted by them was suddenly the most important thing of all.

After closing her eyes Robin braced herself for the burn she knew would follow. She lifted the glass neck to her lips, sealed them around the opening, and raised the bottle up. When the liquid was flush against her lips they opened and she took a long swallow. As expected the fiery contents burned her throat and warmed her belly.

It was the first of many and before long her mind was buzzing and the attached body was relaxed and uninhibited. Like her two companions they were all giggling uncontrollably as they shared stories Robin would be hard pressed to recollect the next day.

After one particularly funny story the three of them collapsed back on the bed. That was when Cassidy, on Robin’s left, reached a hand over and lightly rubbed on the outline of a breast through the thin blouse she was wearing. The nipple instantly swelled and triggered a tingle that connected with Robin’s aching pussy.

At any other time Robin would have been horrified, but lying in the cocoon between her two new friends and drunk, she allowed herself to enjoy the long-suppressed desire. Beth, on the other side, did the same to the opposite swell. Soon her aroused body was tantalized by the sensations rippling through her awakened flesh.

Beth leaned over, lips barely touching her left ear. “Whether you know it or not, you’re one of us. Resisto is the safe-word, which is Latin for resist, or in our case for stop. Speak it with your own lips.”

“Resisto,” Robin whispered as she succumbed to the teasing torture.

Cassidy smiled at her cohort and lowered her lips to Robin’s other ear. “Not if you’re scared, only if you’re hurt, what will you say?”

“Resisto,” the freshman repeated.

Beth repeated what Cassidy had last spoken.

“Resisto… Resisto… Resisto…” Robin’s voice repeated over and over as her training was started by the seductive whispers of the lovely young women.

“But what if you’re only scared?” a voice challenged, and Robin remained silent.

As if in reward Robin was aware of fingers tugging the buttons of her blouse open before exposing her chest to the cool ambient air. Both nipples, already stiff, now strained against the white cups engulfing them. There was another tug as the cups were drawn closer together, followed by a soft popping sensation as even that last layer of padded protection was gently discarded.

“Never use that word, Robin, or you’ll be left on the outside looking in. Just hold it in your heart and know that it’s there in case you can no longer bear being one of us,” Cassidy cautioned the young co-ed. “Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” Robin mumbled the words as she struggled to speak with her mind so thoroughly muddled by the booze.

And the most wonderful thing followed. Each of them removed their tops. As they did Robin looked right and then left as she openly admired their exposed breasts topped by stiff pink nipples. Her excitement surged as their topless pressed against hers, their soft hands lovingly squeezing on Robin’s breasts while also caressing her shoulders, chest, and flat belly.

As they did the two sorority sisters made soft “meow” sounds. Following their lead Robin nervously reached her hands out and lightly fondled the perky swells her eyes had been admiring. Although the thought of touching another woman was frightening for her, the act of doing so quickly triggered a surge of tingling warmth deep in her supple loins.

“Meow,” Robin whispered as she felt her pussy growing moist. “Meow,” as she captured one of Cassidy’s large tits and lovingly caressed the spongy flesh and straining tip while hesitantly pulling it closer to her lips. “Meow,” before tasting the rubbery hardness of another woman for the first time.

Her ignored pussy throbbed in anticipation with every beat of her racing heart. Flowing juice soiled her panties and even the outer layer of her denim shorts that she wore. After they had explored one another’s breasts the sorority sisters’ hands and mouths drifted lower, across the expanse of her flat belly to the top edge of her shorts.

Fingers deftly went to work undoing what had been done before the remaining clothing was pushed down her sleek legs, exposing all that was left. Robin’s thighs eagerly parted, anxious to be explored by them.

“You’re one of us,” a voice whispered, Robin had since lost track of whom. “Purr like a kitten if you want us to touch you there.”

Not knowing how, Robin made several failed attempts.

“That’s alright, Mistress Gideon will teach you how,” the voice responded, and then both of the women began to purr as if setting a teaching example. “She’s quite harsh but loving too.”

And then hands were caressing her thighs, encouraging them to widen even further which Robin did, shamelessly exposing all she had. When fingers dipped into the slit of her sex she was soaked, the wetness quickly coating the welcome invaders. Fingers rubbed on the enlarged clit, sending cascading waves of intense euphoria through her stiffened form.

As Cassidy fingered her cunt, Beth slipped out of her shorts and panties and snuggled her soft, nude form along Robin’s right side, fondling and caressing her breasts and upper body. Robin returned the affectionate touching, and soon felt Beth’s lips upon her mouth. They began kissing, slowly at first, before their wet tongues entwined in passionate embraces.

“Meow-meow,” Cassidy spoke, as if in a completely different language of the secretive sorority’s creation.

After Cassidy’s hand retreated so she could finish undressing, Beth slid a hand between Robin’s thighs. Several fingers pushed into the slick valley between the folds and continued teasing the enlarged clitoris. All of the attention had her sensitized body on edge and slowly building towards climax.

And the Cassidy snuggled up against Robin’s other side, only with her head opposite of the others. Their arms and legs entangled as all three bodies rolled around, blindly groping one another in an erotic demonstration of love and support. Robin didn’t know who she was touching as she fondled bare skin, faces, boobs, and nervously sifted her fingers through a thin patch of pubic hair.

Robin heard her own soft moans of delight as the others purred quite convincingly, their chests vibrating as they did. After several minutes of this amazing contact Robin shuddered as the fingers between her thighs withdrew but were quickly replaced by a flicking tongue. As pressure separated the wet folds a tongue pushed into the slit and began tantalizing her straining clitoris.

Mind-boggling sensations of wondrous joy surged through her writhing body. Robin never knew it could be this incredible with another woman as she previously considered what it would be like. She’d never before been this aroused, this connected with two virtual strangers at such a deep emotional level.

Her body writhed as intense waves of tingling filled her loins. Robin frantically ground her juicy cunt against the tongue and lips as she felt her excitement reaching its peak, all the while caressing back and enjoying the intimacy of closeness they were all sharing at that moment.

It wasn’t long before a powerful climax followed. Robin would not clearly remember it but her hands balled into tight fists as they grasped wads of the blanket on her bed in an attempt to anchor herself to it. The uncontrollable spasms shook her lithe body as her cunt flooded with feminine cum, spilling out and staining the blanket in a plate-wide oval that would impress her the next day by its sheer size.

Cassidy then found Beth and their bodies moved into a sixty-nine position. Robin stayed close and continued to kiss and caress as the two sorority sisters eagerly pleased one another. She could feel their bodies vibrating as both intermittently purred and enjoyed the pleasure invading their writhing bodies. It was an amazing experience for Robin as she felt like such an integral part in the loving demonstrations.

After achieving orgasm the trio maintained their closeness, hands exploring, smearing perspiration and spent feminine wetness all over smooth legs and flat tummies. One by one they drifted off to sleep.

When Robin awoke on Saturday morning the bright rays of the sun were shining upon the two closed vertical window shades. Her limbs were entangled with Beth and Cassidy’s, who were slowly awakening themselves.

“Good morning,” Cassidy lazily announced as she disentangled her arms and stretched the stiff muscles.

“That was an incredible night,” Robin whispered while still glowing with delight, the lingering excitement evident in her tired-sounding voice.

“That’s what it’s like to be one of us,” Beth spoke up. “All of the sisters sleep together in one big bed, naked, doing what we did last night. You can be a part of it, Robin. But tonight you must prove to Mistress Gideon that you truly want to be.”

The two women dressed and left, promising to return later in the evening, after darkness fell. They suggested that she think long and hard whether she was willing to sacrifice all to become one of them and enjoy all of the advantages sisterhood offered.

* * * * *

On Saturday evening the two women returned. It had taken Robin the better part of Saturday morning to recover from the drinking. In the afternoon she worked on assignments as thoughts of the coming evening tugged at the back of her mind even though she already decided to accept the invitation.

Robin tried eating dinner but discovered she was much too nervous and jittery to be able to get much down. The closer the time came her emotions became much more fragile as an unknown fate approached. Beth and Cassidy had both been very convincing, yet Robin sensed what had to be endured that night as an initiation must be as difficult as it was rewarding.

She jumped when the knock came. Robin quickly answered, anxious to be accepted while simultaneously frightened by the mysterious process required to gain entrance to the sisterhood.

“The path to our sorority passes through Gideon’s Gate,” Cassidy told her as both girls entered the room which Robin closed behind them. “The mansion just north of the college is where the great-great-granddaughter of the college’s founder resides, Mistress Gideon. She’ll be the one who decides.”

“You’ll wear these under your clothes,” Beth announced as she held out a white plastic bag. “When we reach the gate you’ll remove everything else. Only you will pass through, Robin. We cannot go with you. Do you still accept the invitation to join us?”

Robin swallowed hard as her body nervously trembled. When the fear intensified doubts began to surface, but she consoled herself by the blurry memory of what had happened the previous night. She’d received the acceptance she craved, which saved her from the loneliness.

“I do accept.”

* * * * *

Her youthful exuberance waned as she was led down a narrow dirt path that passed through several thickets to what appeared to be a rarely used door at the bottom of a set of stone steps. At that point Robin wavered, for the sight of a door at the bottom of the steps appeared absolutely horrifying as fearsome gothic creatures were emblazoned into it.

“I’m not sure I can do this,” Robin heard herself speaking uncertainly.

“Don’t be silly, it’s just a gate, Gideon’s Gate,” Beth’s soothing voice spoke into her ear. “Don’t be frightened.”

“It’s not a gate at all, it’s a door, and to where it leads I have no idea,” Robin again complained.

“It’s a gate,” her companions spoke in unison.

In the moonlight the sight appeared ominous and it struck fear in the depths of Robin’s heart. Perhaps the moon’s light was playing tricks on her mind, she nervously thought as they guided her down the dozen steps one at a time. Each step drew her closer to the frightening images portrayed on the door, or gate, or whatever the hell it was.

Once on the bottom landing it was apparent in the white light from the moon that it appeared to be neither or both a door and a gate. So fixated had Robin been on the horrifying images that she had failed to notice an outcropping in the shape of a hand as if a seat. And higher above were two indented handholds. The bottom, flush with the stone landing, extended outward about a foot and there were the imprints of human feet.

“We’ll need to collect your clothes,” Cassidy reminded the new girl in a casual, matter-of-fact voice, “everything but the lingerie we brought.”

Robin quickly grew apprehensive. The horrifying memory of the fun house she’d walked through at a traveling carnival had shaken her so badly that she could barely tolerate the dark at all, especially alone. Thinking of passing through a gate at nighttime when she had no idea what would be waiting for her chilled Robin’s blood and had her body trembling uncontrollably.

Cassidy glanced over at Beth as if asking what they could do to get Robin to cooperate.

Beth thought for a moment and walked up to Robin, placing her hands on the girl’s shoulders and looking her straight in the eyes. “If you want to be one of us, which Cassidy and I both want more than anything else right now, we have to know we can trust you with all of our secrets. But before we can do that you first have to prove that you can trust us. This is a test of our trust, nothing more. Do you seriously think we’d send you into a place knowing something bad was going to happen to you?”

“Please, Robin, look into my eyes and tell me that you don’t think we’re trustworthy. Or strip down to your panties and bra and let’s do this. Which will it be? I won’t ask again, and this is your only chance to become one of us.”

The peer pressure was palpable. It felt like a hand that was squeezing around her chest, tightening it, making her breathing difficult. All Robin could do was stare down at the basement gate, Gideon’s Gate, at all of the frightening demons that raised out from the surface as if in a dire warning to stay very far away. And she was listening.

But Robin wanted badly to prove to her new friends that she could be trusted, and that she trusted them. This was the only obstacle standing in her way from being part of the prestigious group. Without realizing it Robin’s head was shaking back and forth as in a gesture of refusal, which had the others on the verge of disappointment.

“You have the safe-word if it becomes too much for you to handle, but do not be quick to speak it unless absolutely necessary,” Cassidy reminded her.

Finally swallowing back the fear like a big pill and with grim determination, Robin suddenly pulled off her t-shirt and kicked off her shoes. “I don’t like this bra; it’s rough and scratchy on the inside. The same goes for the panties. I hope I won’t be in them for much longer.”

Cassidy and Beth shared a knowing glance and both were silently laughing as Robin bent down to remove her shorts before rolling everything up inside the shirt and handing her clothing to Cassidy.

“Do this quick before I lose my nerve. Look, see this? I’m already shaking.”

Robin turned as if to leave but her new friends firmly sat her down on the hand, guided her fingers upward into the depression and around the handholds before placing her feet in the depressions at the base.

“You’ll see us much sooner than you think,” Cassidy whispered before lightly kissing her right cheek. Beth followed suit with a reassuring peck on the other.

Beth reached up and grabbed a handle built into the right side of the gate that had previously gone unnoticed. This caused curved steel tongues to fold out around wrists and ankles simultaneously. Helplessly pinned into the wicked chair Robin’s heart immediately began to race and she screamed out in terror as her brief display of courage waned.

Cassidy casually waved as Beth pulled down a second handle, this one embedded in the wall. The entire gate rotated and immersed Robin in total darkness. In an instant all Robin could see was total darkness and horror tightly clenched her body.

“No, I can’t do this!” the girl cried out. “Oh God, no! Please no! Stop! Stop! Help -“

Once the opening was sealed with a solid metallic clunk the frantic screams were cut off. It was so pronounced that the ground shook beneath their feet.

And there she waited; the darkness was absolute as her pulse and breathing quickened. She barely heard someone approach as if they could see and she could not. Something hard was driven into her mouth, pinning her tongue to the bottom and silencing her next scream before the rest of whatever it was could be roughly pulled down over her head. And then it was zipped closed, catching some of her hair in the process.

Even when the cold bracelets pinning her into position were retracted she couldn’t find the energy to move, as if so thoroughly frightened that her body refused to respond to the commands issued from her wildly racing brain. Her slender body was lifted, placed into a chair of some type, and leather straps were systematically tightened into place.

Mistress Gideon welcomed her newest addition with a coy smile.

GIDEON’S GATE CH. 02
By AsylumSeeker

Description: Bound co-ed endures humiliation and pain to please her Mistress


A strap, presumably leather like the others, was tightly cinched around Robin’s slender neck. There were studs but facing inward toward her skin, thankfully very dull, like the rounded arrow-shaped tips of a decorative wrought-iron fence. They weren’t designed to cut or scrape but rather, when forcefully employed, to control. Like an animal’s leash.

Her mind couldn’t shake that thought as the numerous studs were drawn tightly against her windpipe and spine, both throbbing carotid arteries and her flesh. Robin swallowed hard as the collar was cinched tight, nearly choking her in the process before a pin was aligned with a hole and the collar’s installation was complete.

Robin was left that way. She sat bound to the wheeled chair, heart racing and lungs gasping as felt the pressure of rounded spikes compressing against her neck. She was so frightened that she could taste the fear on her tongue as her mind imagined dozens of scenarios that could follow. Her mind kept replaying the many gory horror movies she’d seen which had been fun at the time, but the idea that she could be the next victim struck fear through her chilled heart.

Time elapsed, although she had no way of knowing how much. Minutes? Hours? What were they waiting for, her silent question kept repeating, and what would happen next?

She could hear something… it was very faint. Approaching footsteps perhaps? The chair suddenly backed up, turned, and rolled forward a short distance. The motions caused her breasts to jiggle, and once more her raw nipples triggered intense stinging jolts of misery that were also coupled with pain from below as the fragile folds of her pussy were also rubbed by the rough fabric.

A loud tapping sound caused Robin to jerk.

“Can you hear –“ an amplified female voice spoke. “There we go. Good evening to all of my wonderful guests, thank you all for coming out once more. For those of you who may not know me, my name is Melissa Gideon, or Mistress Gideon. Tonight we will have another enjoyable evening as I train a new feline companion to add to my growing pride. After which I will release the others for your pleasure.

“Before we get started I would like to thank each and every one of you for your generous contributions to Gideon’s College for Women, without which we could not possibly provide the outstanding education that we continue to do in such a rich and warm learning environment.

“The tasty liquor-filled chocolate balls in the bowls on the tables in front of you that I personally craft for these occasions are better left untouched by you gentlemen. You’d be wise to save them, because those are how you will tempt my felines to join you once they are released from their cages to play.”

All of a sudden, as if on cue, Robin could hear muffled cat-like meows. But they weren’t coming from cats, it rather sounded like a large number of girls were meowing. Suddenly the pieces of the puzzle were coming together and Robin realized what she had allowed herself to become a part of.

The zipper at the back of her head was roughly tugged upward. The violent wrenching tugged more at the caught hair before it was finally released, and once it was removed from the sweaty skin cool air rushed in and had a chilling effect. Robin shivered uncontrollably.

As soon as the leather unblocked her eyes all she could see was a bright light, immediately causing them to quickly close. Her limbs began tugging against the bindings in a bid to escape but that, in turn, had her breasts moving and the nipples once more began to rub. Robin withstood the stinging pain for as long as she could tolerate before giving up altogether.

“We appear to have a feisty virgin on our hands tonight, gentlemen. This may make for an interesting night at the Gideon mansion.”

Unhindered by the leather cap, Robin could plainly hear the hearty laughter of a crowd of men that drifted up. As difficult as it was she opened her eyes just the tiniest bit and looked down, observing a highly polished wood floor beneath her. Bright lights lined the front of the stage she was on. Beyond laid an expanse of darkness.

As her eyes grew accustomed to the ambient lighting they opened further. Robin could now see she was on a stage in what appeared to be a large room. A dozen or more small round tables rested on a floor three feet below the platform where Robin was positioned. Some of the chairs sat empty but the better part of them held the weight of distinguished-looking, sharply-dressed gentlemen.

On the tables rested a single candle and a large crystal snifter filled with the chocolate treats that were mentioned earlier during Mistress Gideon’s welcoming speech to the men. Bright, multi-colored ribbons were tied around the center of each snifter to heighten their appearance, as if to imply the great significance of the chocolate treats contained within.

“They’re the richest and most influential men in this region,” Mistress Gideon spoke directly to her new pet kitten. “You’re lucky to have this special opportunity to join my pride. You’re a feline; begin acting like one or you’ll rot in that chair. Do you hear me?”

Robin was still in a state of shock. “What?”

Without any hesitation Mistress Gideon, who was standing to Robin’s right side, reached and hand down and squeezed hard on the front of a sore tit. The biting pain was intense as the raw flesh was roughly pinched by her palm. Her body stiffened and tried coming up out of her seat as the tears she could not earlier shed were running down both cheeks.

“Meow-meow-meow-meow-meow-meow-meow!” Robin cried out in rapid succession in a desperate attempt to get Mistress Gideon to stop inflicting the pain that she was finding to be overwhelming.

“There-there my precious kitten,” the mistress spoke in a soft, soothing voice as the hand on Robin’s throbbing breast instead moved to the top of her head and began gently smoothing the sweat-laced black hair.

It took a few seconds for the misery to begin to tame and weaken. After it did Robin breathed a sigh of relief and the rush of tears began to slow. For the first time Robin’s attention shifted from the audience to her captor.

Mistress Gideon had long, thick, dark red hair. It framed a face that was not without some wrinkles around the eyes. The older woman appeared to be in her late fifties to early sixties with warm gray eyes and attractive features, her full lips painted a glossy red. She was taller than average with long legs and a slender, shapely body that was not without its own tempting charms.

Her form was adorned in a black leather corset. The cups at the top pushed her ample bosom up and together, forming an alluring cleavage. It tapered down to her curvy waist, the bottom center wrapping over and covering her crotch. Straps attached to the bottom provided clips that held black fishnet stockings in place. Laced black boots with high heels adorned her feet, with the leather rising nearly all the way to her knees.

Her left hand was holding a leather-covered stick of some type which resembled a pool cue. The other held a black leather riding crop the mistress used for correcting her pride and keeping the focus of her pets on track. Robin shivered as she decided the mistress would be liberal in its application upon her bare flesh.

“Is my kitten ready to explore her new environs?” the Mistress asked.

Robin looked down at the vacant floor before her. Her mind was screaming for her to resist this treatment, but with the memory of the sharp pain still echoing through her body she instead spoke, “Meow.”

“Good, but let’s first get you out of this ridiculous outfit. How I hate it when ill-informed owners make ill-advised decisions and dress animals, felines in particular, in clothing when nature had intended otherwise.”

With a snap of her fingers the unfastened bra immediately pulled away from Robin’s breasts. The retreating fabric tugged at the raw nipples one final time and caused her body to stiffen in pain. But the jolts quickly faded, replaced by a dull throbbing.

The girl was quickly reminded she had an audience as excited applause sounded. Robin immediately looked at the crowd of onlookers, all of whom were smiling, in some cases pointing and talking quietly amongst themselves. Self-doubts filled her head as she imagined the men were rating her breasts in judgment of her beauty, or lack thereof. It was embarrassing and her slight squirming resumed.

The co-ed could feel her face growing hot from the humiliation of being exposed to their leering gazes. Yet even as the sense of shame intensified, the normally brown tips, now a bright red from the incessant chafing, swelled as large as they possibly could.

Mistress Gideon walked around to Robin’s front, knelt down, and released the plastic snaps on either side of her panties. Sensing it was to her benefit to do so Robin shifted her body upward to facilitate their removal with relatively little pain, but the chafed lips still burned.

Although the wooden block between her ankles prevented Robin from closing her legs entirely, her knees did bend inward while trying to limit the view. But it was too little, too late. Although the views of a few men sitting on either side were obscured, those sitting closer to the center could still see her pretty crotch unobstructed.

When the Mistress stood and stepped away, even louder clapping followed as the crowd enjoyed the young co-ed’s nudity. This was what had drawn them to the mansion; the promise of witnessing the pride’s expansion. And the pleasure they knew they’d enjoy once the other felines were released from their cages.

“So, do you approve of my latest acquisition?” the Mistress asked of the men over the loudspeaker.

The clapping intensified and added to the noise were catcalls and shouts.

“Can I pet your pussy?” one shouted out above the others which triggered a hearty round of laughter.

Even Mistress Gideon laughed. “Oh Harold, there will be plenty of pussies to pet shortly if you’ll keep your fingers out of the treats!”

Her snub triggered an even louder response. Harold’s chubby face reddened in embarrassment as his fingers released the chocolate ball which fell back into the half-empty snifter. He quickly melted into the seat and minimized his visibility. Mistress Gideon smiled inwardly as she so loved putting these powerful men into their rightful places.

Robin could see the Mistress approaching again. Her body nervously trembled as she wondered what new wrinkle waited to be discovered. This time the end of the leather-covered stick which was held in her left hand was inserted into the side of the collar.

When the stick was rotated to test the connection Robin could feel the dull spikes tightening against her spine, carotid arteries, and windpipe, causing her to begin choking. Mistress Gideon rotated and released the pole several times, giving the kitten an awareness of the training collar’s capability.

The mistress stepped away as the stick dangled from the collar, but quickly returned with a pair of what looked like brown leather mittens without a place for a thumb, along with similar-looking booties. They were held out over Robin’s shoulders, a pair dangling from each of the Mistress’ hands.

“Who will pay for the privilege of putting these on our new kitten?” she asked the small crowd. “The donation will benefit the Gideon scholarship fund.”

A few numbers were offered but it was Harold who stood and proudly offered, “Five thousand dollars!”

Mistress Gideon smiled; Howard was as rich as he was deprived, which made these events mutually beneficial for them both. “Congratulations Harold, come on up.”

While some philanthropists leaped onto the three foot high stage in a single, graceful jump, Harold’s considerable size required the use of stairs that were located on either side. His pink face was damp with perspiration as he excitedly approached his prize. Before reaching them he retrieved a white handkerchief from a pocket and dabbed the moisture away.

The crowd took their time admiring the long-legged beauty helplessly held captive by the chair. Many young college co-eds had been inducted through the years, but this dark-skinned Latin beauty had a sexy, sultry aura that few others possessed. Just to sit and view her nudity turned the older businessmen into excited guys with a youthful exuberance they hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Sitting in the seat with her body being openly displayed had Robin’s face hot with humiliation. At first she pinned her knees as tightly together as possible to the detriment of her ankles, which pressed against the wood beam separating them.

Once her muscles began burning from exertion she eventually gave up and allowed her shapely thighs to widen, exposing her shaved pussy for all to see to the crowd’s obvious delight. Applause followed and monies were exchanged as twisted bets were settled.

Harold was breathing hard as his smiling face reached his prize. Mistress Gideon held out a pair of mittens and booties, both of which he accepted with a gesture of thankful appreciation as he slightly bowed before the woman. Robin watched the exchange with a look of absolute horror on her face.

Once more her nude body wriggled and writhed in a vain attempt to escape the leather straps that held her to the chair and refused to budge. Her resistance seemed to amuse both Harold and her captor.

“Relax, kitten,” the overly excited pudgy businessman announced as he knelt on her right side.

First he pulled a bootie on her right foot. It was made of brown leather and had small pads sewn on the bottom, imitating the pads of a feline’s foot. After tugging and making sure it hugged the entire foot, he cinched a strap tight and secured it into place with a fastener.

A leather mitten was next, which he tried to pull over her right hand. But she defiantly balled her fingers into a fist, preventing him from slipping it on. Frustrated, he looked up at the mistress for guidance.

“Squeeze her breasts, that’ll tame this wild one,” Mistress Gideon suggested with a devious smile on her lips.

“No, please!” Robin cried out as she knew the pain it would cause. “Look, my fingers are straight! Look, I swear it!”

But she could tell by the hungry look in the rotund man’s eyes that it was too late. Her body stiffened and shrank as his hands, as if in slow motion, reached out. He cupped her entire perky swells in each hand, swollen nipples being folded over against his palms.

Robin bent her neck back and opened her mouth as if to scream, but Mistress Gideon was prepared. A round rubber block that served as a gag was easily pushed between her lips, once more pinning her tongue and silencing her protests. The Mistress quickly secured it into position by fastening its leather strap at the back of her head.

Melissa’s evil streak surfaced. “That’s right, Harold, get your fill of this kitten’s tits. You’ve paid for it. Perhaps she’ll become more obedient after this.”

The sexy, dark-skinned Latino shuddered and shook as tears streamed down her reddened face. The rich man freely pawed the hot young co-ed’s breasts while licking and sucking on the raw, angry tips. Her young lithe body helplessly shook as much as her tight leather bindings would allow.

Mistress Gideon stood behind the captive and enjoyed every moment, her own nipples hardening with growing excitement. She knew well the stinging discomfort the young woman was enduring, for it was Melissa herself that formed the idea and had herself traveled the cobblestone corridor many times while refining the technique. Other sorority sisters had as well before the initiation was adopted.

Robin squirmed in misery as Harold’s fingers fondled her firm breasts, his hot mouth licking and sucking hard on each straining nipple in turn, saliva moistening her flesh. She discovered the wetness was soothing to her wounded nubs and the more he suckled on them the less stinging pain she had to endure.

Her body reacted favorably to the intimate attention and her young pussy started throbbing in eager anticipation, something her mind found shameful. Yet as much as she tried to dampen the awakening yearnings from her flesh, the growing sensations of sexual arousal would not be tempered. In a moment of weakness her back arched, thrusting a sore breast against his lips, the swollen nipple eager to be soothed.

When his lips backed away from her saliva-coated tits Harold glanced down at her hands, noting the fingers were no longer balled into fists. A smile formed on his lips as he realized the new pet was beginning to show signs of complicity. He slipped the leather mittens onto them one at a time, pulled the straps tight, and secured them into position. Only a single bootie remained to be placed on her left foot.

When Harold looked upon her lovely face he was grinning widely. “Open wide, my kitten.”

Robin felt her face turning hot with shame as Harold’s hands opened her shapely thighs, exposing her hairless feminine features. She’d never felt so completely vulnerable before and helplessly watched as his hands slid up her legs to her crotch. Her body tensed with pain as the tips of his fingers rubbed her raw lips before pushing them open to reveal the glistening pink slit.

Her body tensed and shook from the stinging twinges of pain that accompanied his unwelcome caresses. He could tell that his touch was hurting her and he kept at it, leering as tiny beads of perspiration formed on her brow, the raw nipples growing hard once more as they anxiously pulsated with uncontrollable excitement.

“How utterly beautiful!” the man whispered, gloating over the sight of her lush womanhood.

When she was eighteen and a high school senior Robin ran with a daring group of girls. It wasn’t uncommon for them to pull up alongside a car full of cute guys and for Robin to lift up the bottom of her shirt and flash them her bare breasts. She’d always had an exhibitionist streak in her, but to be fully naked in front of so many strange men put her in overload. Being touched by one so intimately sent a chill up her spine.

She turned her head aside and tried not to squirm as she felt a finger probing the moist slit. Her sleek body shuddered as a pleasant tingling settled in her loins that she tried to will away but could not mentally dampen. He spent several seconds manipulating her clit, caressing the enlarged nub as her body tightly clenched and quivered.

He rubbed up one side and down the other before tenderly pinching it between two fingers. Robin couldn’t believe how good it felt as he ignited a fire in her loins. She began working her hips, systematically grinding her cunt against the fingers as wetness seeped from her sex. Even with the gag in her mouth her soft moans were readily apparent. Both sore nipples eagerly swelled and throbbed.

“I know how to make a kitten feel good,” he purred as he witnessed her physical reaction to the fondling. “You like that, don’t you?”

A few more seconds elapsed before Harold felt a pressure under his chin, prompting him to look up.

“The bootie, Harold; let’s not lose our focus here,” Mistress Gideon interrupted as she used the riding crop to gain his errant attention.

The man reluctantly withdrew his juice-moistened fingers from Robin’s crotch before slipping the bootie onto her left foot, cinching the strap tight and fastening it securely into place. Afterwards he flashed the Mistress a hateful glare before backing away.

The Mistress smiled at him in approval as if he was a pet that had just performed a trick for the first time. “Very good, now get back to your seat.”

As the man backed away Robin breathed a sigh of relief, at least until her head turned and she saw the audience of men staring at her crotch. Her gaze lowered and she could see what they were admiring; her outer folds were glazed with shiny juice Harold had smeared on them.

Robin’s sexual parts were throbbing with life, invigorated by the erotic intimacy even as her brain was adamantly commanding them not to be aroused. But the sexual electricity in the air was impossible to ignore and her body was reluctantly responding despite her growing anger and sense of shameful humiliation.

“It’s time for the new kitty to be trained,” Mistress Gideon announced. “And time to see how well she takes to this new lifestyle. Place your personal wagers as I release her straps.”

The betting wasn’t Mistress Gideon’s idea, but rather something the men had started to stir even more interest into these events. She embraced the idea, which had become increasingly commonplace in recent years. Now nearly everything was a cause for a bet, from the color of the new kitten’s fur before they had seen her to the degree of the fight she put up while being trained.

Mindful of the damage an angry young woman could cause even with her hands and feet bundled in soft, padded leather, the Mistress began by releasing the straps pinning her left arm. Once free the lovely kitten shook and stretched the extended limb but made no motion to strike. After a brief hesitation to measure the kitten’s response, the Mistress bent over and removed the straps holding her left leg in position.

Robin breathed a sigh of relief as half her body was free with the exception of her ankles, which were still being held apart by the wooden block. The Mistress removed that next, giving her kitten the ability to close her thighs and preserve the last little bit of dignity that she still possessed. Robin maintained no illusions, feeling certain that by evening’s end all dignity would be stripped from her.

The Mistress moved around to Robin’s right side, starting with the leg. Now only one arm remained pinned to the chair. Once that was released these kittens could be as violent and unpredictable as the wily animals they were. In preparation the older woman, rich with experience in these situations, grasped the handle of the collar extension.

“I have zero tolerance for attitude. Misbehave and I’ll twist this so hard you’ll be choking and the blood flow to your brain will be cut off,” she told the new acquisition in a vicious, threatening tone. “You’ll grow dizzy and pass out. When you awaken your head and neck will be throbbing with pain and you’ll find yourself helplessly strapped to a punishment table.”

The Mistress paused for a few seconds so the girl had time to process the words and the frightening mental images they conveyed. “I’m still learning all of the wicked things it can do to inflict all types of miserable cruelty, and all without leaving any lasting markings. No, the only scars will be in your mind.

“Believe me, it’s not a place you want to find yourself. But act out and I’ll get even more practice. The decision is yours, my pet, you’ve been forewarned. You better make it the right choice.”

With that stern threat lingering in the kitten’s mind, Mistress Gideon unfastened the strap holding the gag and she pulled it from Robin’s mouth. It was covered with saliva which also dripped down the sides of her mouth. Robin spat onto the stage several times as she cleared her mouth of a puddle that had started choking her.

“I’m sure you’re thirsty, little one. There’ll be water and a treat waiting if you behave,” the Mistress promised as she lovingly pet the top of Robin’s head. “But for now get out of the chair and onto your paws.”

As everyone watched Robin, whose limbs were still stiff, carefully fell forward onto her hands and knees. Using the end of the riding crop she applied pressure to the girl’s abdomen.

“Up on your paws, not the knees. Yes, that’s right. Up, up, up… good, very good,” the Mistress announced with a prideful smile as the new kitten learned how to stand. “No, don’t lock the knees, bend them slightly… a little more… there, that’s a very good kitten.”

Robin felt awkward as she evenly distributed her weight on hands and feet. Her perky tits and the swollen tips were visible to the wealthy businessmen comprising the audience, who all seemed to be captivated by her dark-skinned form.

Feeding off of the energy from the audience Mistress Gideon decided it was time to teach the kitten the presentation skill. “When I speak the ‘present yourself’ command, you will face away from the audience, slide your legs apart and bend the knees halfway. So, my kitten, present yourself.”

Once more Robin felt her face turning hot with shame as the prospect of showing her shaved cunt to the eager men confronted her. She understood quite well but was reluctant to perform the act as she began feeling like a circus monkey. Mistress Gideon wasn’t pleased by her lack of enthusiasm.

Robin felt the collar tightening around her neck. Next a sting was felt as the leather end of the riding crop was sharply brought down on her ass with an audible crack. Robin’s body flinched and she gasped aloud in pain as the riding crop kept striking. When it seemed the only thing to stop it was compliance, Robin turned her body and tried to remember the instructions given her as stinging jolts rushed through her flesh.

The Mistress left the kitten in that position to punish her non-compliance. Robin felt the heat of humiliation on her face as she stood on hands and feet, shapely legs spread with knees bent halfway, presenting her bald cunt to the lustful stares of the men. In spite of the shameful position her swollen nipples and aching cunt anxiously throbbed.

Her firm buttocks were marked with short red horizontal stripes where the stinging leather had bit into her supple flesh. To the crowd of men the signs of the whipping were as arousing as the erotic sight of the teen’s exposed sex.

Mistress Gideon noticed the hesitation and then the reddened face and put two and two together. With an evil smile on her lips the mistress stood beside the kitten, her fingers gently tugging the outer folds apart. Now not only could the men see the kitten’s cunt, but all of her most intimate parts as the glistening juice-slick valley and enlarged clit were also visible.

“No, please!” Robin’s weak cries of protestation could be heard as the humiliation became too much for her. “Please stop, Mistress, please…”

The Mistress had little tolerance as she took advantage of the kitten’s weakness. Her left hand turned the leash’s attachment, tightening the collar as a reminder of where the girl’s actions were taking her. To further punish, the Mistress stretched Robin’s opening, giving the crowd a peek at the rest of her.

“Notice the cherry, gentlemen. Few of you have seen one before,” the Mistress gloated at her latest prize. “Her purity should bring a nice donation that will benefit many.”

What little dignity Robin clung to slipped away like water through her fingers. As tears spilled from Robin’s eyes it became evident that her domination was complete. The fight in her was gone.

Robin had to remain in the awkward position even as her leg muscles began to tire and cramp, and then they started to burn. After keeping her in the presentation position for several minutes, Mistress Gideon led her kitten to two bowls on the other end of the stage. One held water, the other food of some type. She sniffed at the food and recoiled upon realizing it was actually cat food.

“You can get down on your knees to eat, but clean the bowl or you will regret it,” the Mistress commanded in a tone that communicated her growing impatience.

Robin tried. She pushed her lips into the food but found the smell revolting and her head recoiled. The Mistress’ retribution was swift. The collar tightened while the riding crop was brought sharply to bear, striking one cheek and then the next. Tears filled her eyes and rolled down rosy cheeks before spilling onto the waiting food. The stinging misery eventually changed her mind.

It never even occurred to her to speak the safe-word and end this brutal treatment. In the end she was glad it had not, for between the incessant sharp stinging of the whip and the intense humiliation she surely would have spoken it. Yet Robin instead reluctantly conceded when realizing she had no choice.

She nibbled the food and lapped at the water beside it as the crowd watched on. Swallowing was the hardest part. She nibbled, swallowed, and drank. Nibbled, swallowed, and drank, until finally the food was gone. The moist canned food sat in her belly like a brick. Robin wasn’t sure she could keep it down, but surprisingly she managed to.

Since she’d been too nervous to eat dinner her empty belly had been very hungry and the food admittedly sated her hunger for the moment despite the fact that it was cat food. The water had been even more appreciated as it moistened her parched body. She’d consumed quite a bit and Robin was beginning to feel a need to urinate building.

Mistress Gideon guided the kitten around and walked her back toward the center of the stage where the wheeled chair had been. It was gone now, and a litter box had been set up in its place. Robin’s legs lifted and she settled on the foot-deep pile of small clay pebbles.

“Sit,” was the next command given. “Back on your haunches with legs spread.”

With the end of the riding crop being used as a guide, Mistress Gideon sat her new kitten in the box. Only the balls of her feet were contacting the ground as her body hovered above it, knees bent all the way, thighs resting on top of calves, legs shamelessly parted and once again exposing her shaved sex. But this time the humiliation was significantly lessened as she was growing more relaxed with her nudity before the crowd.

Mistress Gideon smiled. “Go ahead and relieve yourself, I’m sure you need to by now.”

Robin could feel the pressure building as well as a roomful of glaring eyes watched, captivated by the scene. It seemed to take forever before a tiny bit squirted out onto the clay. Eventually her bladder relaxed and released its contents in a long, strong, satisfying stream. Her tensed body relaxed as she sat there and urinated, releasing the pressure.

Just as she’d closed her eyes and forgotten about the attention she was getting, the large room was filled by applause. The feelings of shame and humiliation returned, but try as she might Robin couldn’t stop what had already been started. In spite of the attention she emptied her bladder, listening as the stream splattered onto the clay litter-box lining, her face red and hot.

At the height of her humiliation she cried. Hot tears rolled down her reddened cheeks and dripped onto the cat litter. Robin stared blankly at the wall beyond the seated men and tried to imagine they weren’t watching her at all, but it did little to ease the strong undercurrent of shame.

Despite all she had endured her body remained sexually aroused. The aching nipples remained swollen as her small cunt was left pulsing with need. Before the night was over she feared she’d be auctioned off like a side of beef, her virginity to be claimed by the highest bidder. And in a roomful of the wealthy she suspected her innocence would not be cheap.

Trying to play the part and announce to her Mistress that she was finished, Robin pushed her fingers into the litter and covered over the wet spot she’d made. The Mistress transferred the riding crop to the hand also holding the leash and freed it up so she could pet the top of her kitten’s head.

“That’s a good kitten. You’ve made a very good start in your training but there is much more to learn,” she announced in a soft tone.

Robin tilted her head up, the bright pink cheeks glistening in the light from the tears that had just stopped flowing. “Meow.”

“Step out of the litter box.”

The co-ed did as she was told and she was walked to the front of the stage.

“Present yourself,” the Mistress commanded, testing to see how well the feline would respond this time.

This time the hesitation was gone. Having fought through the defiance and after shedding the last vestiges of humility Robin did exactly as she was told. Satisfied with the kitten’s first performance the control stick was removed from the collar.

“Take a long look, gentlemen, at this very fine specimen that will soon be available for someone’s pleasure,” Mistress Gideon spoke to the assembled crowd.

She kept Robin in that position long enough to tempt the men before commanding, “Sit.”

Robin turned around and sat back on her haunches, thighs spread, providing a much different view of her gorgeous form. The sense of humiliation was much less intense now, and endurable. She was silently thankful as she seemed to be growing accustomed to having her nude body being openly displayed.

“The bidding is silent,” the Mistress continued. “Papers and pens are being handed out as we speak. Think very hard. How long has it been since you’ve enjoyed the tightness of a virgin? Of knowing you are her first? Can one even put a price tag on that very greatest of privileges?”

As Mistress Gideon patiently paced back and forth behind Robin, her eyes scanned the crowd. She was very good at what she did and could read the eyes before her. Several virgins had been auctioned off before, but there was an unusual buzz of excitement this time, as she suspected there would be for such a rare beauty as this one was.

Cassidy’s confidence in her “find” had not been wrong and would not go unrewarded.

“Two more minutes,” she announced. “Think hard and dig deep into those cash-lined pockets, for this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If not for your wealth you would never stand a chance of being the first to enjoy such a stunningly beautiful young woman as this one.

“I’m as anxious to see who shall win her as you are to claim her as yours.”

GIDEON’S GATE CH. 03
By AsylumSeeker

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Mistress Gideon smiled widely. “Gentlemen, your bids have been collected, and the highest shall enjoy this magical moment. I will not divulge the amount, so don’t even bother asking.”

Looking off to the far side she gestured. Moments later a round, carpeted platform came into view mounted to a wheeled steel frame. A workman pushed it to the center of the stage before disappearing and returning with a thick black cable which he next connected to a jack mounted on the frame. Once this task was complete he gave the Mistress a thumbs-up gesture and left.

Mistress Gideon gave her new pet and the crowd a few moments to look at the platform which was approximately ten feet in diameter. And mounted on top of the platform was something that looked nearly identical to a gynecologist’s exam table, replete with the stirrups. And also black leather straps; lots of straps. That observation sent a chill down Robin’s spine.

When the Mistress prodded Robin forward with a flick of the riding crop, the co-ed stepped forward as a million thoughts ran through her mind… bad thoughts, images of all of the painful things that could be done to her as her helpless body was secured with all of those frightening-looking straps.

Her quivering legs turned all rubbery as they closed in. The safe-word kept tugging at the back of her brain and she knew it was there if things got too bad, but the reminder about not using it if she was just scared gave her pause to utter the one word that could stop all of this.

Swallowing hard she looked down and noticed a single steel step about two feet wide. She climbed onto the platform with Mistress Gideon following closely behind. Without even being told Robin rose up onto the table and lay down on her back, looking up towards the ceiling of the stage.

The top of the table ended at her shoulders and her head leaned back where an adjustable cup-like support cradled the back of her head. The bottom of the table ended at her lower back, leaving her ass and crotch hanging over the edge. Mistress Gideon gently lifted and bent her knees outward before placing the heels of her feet in the stirrups.

And that was when she saw them; three large color monitors angled downward. She could see the screens quite well due to the angle and immediately recognized what she was looking at… her own body in extreme close-up views. One was of her face, and two different angles of her shaved pussy. It was odd looking at her body this way and she was surprised by the amount of detail that was possible.

Robin kept watching the screens, mesmerized by the curious sight as her Mistress began cinching the straps tightly around her ankles to prevent her feet from leaving the cold metal stirrups. Moving to the co-ed’s left side, the Mistress folded her arms with the left forearm over the right intersecting at the lower waist.

The next strap, which was wider, was cinched down tightly across her lower torso where it joined with her hips as well as over her crossed forearms. Robin tested the bindings by attempting to raise her feet and hands, but the straps prevented all but the tiniest of motions.

The naked co-ed could feel the panic rising as her stomach knotted with growing fear. She’d never been rendered helpless like this before and it was even more frightening for her than the dark. Robin’s heart was pounding and her breathing was coming in ragged gasps. Her tongue licked dry lips to moisten them as that Latin word began screaming in her head.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the image of her own face. There was intense fear in them; she could see it as certainly as could the men in the audience. This is probably what they most craved… feminine beauty, fear and helplessness. She struggled to contain the tears but then both saw and felt them trickling down her temples.

A third strap was tightly tugged and secured mid-torso a few scant inches beneath her firm breasts. It also pulled her upper arms securely against her sides. Robin almost felt like a criminal being put to death as a noose was slowly being tightened around her entire body strap by frightening strap. This physically painless process had her suffering from mental anguish that far exceeded any pain she’d yet been forced to endure.

Mistress Gideon looked down and smiled at her newest acquisition. Such exquisite beauty was rare and she was silently hoping that this one held out and could join their little sorority. Her eyes gazed at the panicked rising and falling of her chest. When Robin sensed her looking their eyes locked, the co-ed communicating the sheer terror she was experiencing as the Mistress silently consoled her.

A few moments later the Mistress pulled another wide strap across her shoulders and joined it with its mate, cinching it tight before securing the lock. Now Robin felt her body was completely bound into position, rendering her totally helpless and completely vulnerable. Her hot tears continued to flow as her face reddened with a mad mix of crazy emotions that were impossible to sort out or describe.

The only part of her where there was limited maneuverability was with her knees, which she could move in and out with a limited range. Her mind tried to focus on this rather than the rest of her firmly anchored form.

Robin felt lips pressing against her left ear and then heard, “Make your Mistress proud.”

The frightened co-ed clung to those whispered words as if a lifeline. A final strap was placed over her forehead and tightened, preventing any movement of her head. This last act of bondage made her fear complete, and she began uncontrollably shaking against the black leather-encased padding as if in a fit. A part of her wanted to cry out, but she remained silent.

Unable to do anything else, she gazed up at the angled monitor directly overhead which showed a close-up of her bald pussy. She could see the pink outer folds in fine detail, even down to the glistening hint of wetness that was starting to seep out from the lush valley within. The outer lips were smooth and still stung slightly from the chafing they’d been subjected to earlier.

Mistress Gideon admired the naked young woman laid out before her. A bound body was an incredible turn-on for her and she was starting to experience the stirrings of sexual arousal. Standing at the head of the table she allowed her fingertips to sensuously caress Robin’s wet cheeks before trailing down her neck, over the cool dark leather securing her shoulders and then lightly dancing over the outside potions of her breasts.

Both nipples stiffened in eager anticipation of being touched, but instead she caressed each swell with the fingers of one hand while intentionally ignoring the tight tips which were visibly throbbing. From a small pocket in her attire the Mistress withdrew two black nipple clamps, pinched them open one at a time, and applied each one to a swollen nub.

Robin winced and gasped as tiny teeth bit into her already-sore nipples. The stinging jolts of misery returned to her body and she tried squirming against the restraints but once again proved that the straps were far too tight to allow much mobility. The tears that had ceased flowing resumed once more, eliciting a joyful smile from the older woman.

She bent down and moved her lips to Robin’s right ear. “I’ll teach you to crave such pain, to become aroused by and welcome it.”

“Please, take them off…” Robin started in a tearful, shaky whisper.

“Silence!”

As if to emphasize her point the Mistress walked to Robin’s left side and began sharply spanking the co-ed’s left inner thigh with the riding crop. Several short red stripes appeared on the otherwise light brown skin and the teen’s body was shaking.

“Learn to obey and I can also bring pleasure.”

As salty tears spilled from her eyes Robin watched the monitor above as an index and middle finger separated the smooth outer folds and exposed the bright pink valley nestled within. The top of the clitoris peeked out from its hood, the flesh all shiny with wetness. As Mistress Gideon tenderly stroked the sensitized nub, Robin’s body tensed in delight.

“You will not cum!” the Mistress demanded. “My intention is to prepare you for penetration by a well-endowed man without tearing your youthful flesh too badly.”

Robin’s eyes returned to the monitor as if watching an interesting interactive nature program. Her throbbing clit was huge as a finger gently stroked it. She felt the tingling waves of warmth radiating through her loins as each ridge of skin passed over the outcropping. Her body writhed as much as the bindings permitted, which was scant.