For Love or Money

[geri]

OOC: This tread is a private one for cgraven and geri. Thanks for looking on and we hope you enjoy it.

My character:

Ginger Masterson
21, long blonde hair, deep blue, almost violet, eyes. 5' 7"

Ginger is a waitress at an all night resturant and lives alone. Her only living relative is her brother Marcus who has fallen in with the wrong crowd and gotten into drugs. Though she has tried to help him break the habit in the past he always goes back to it. Now he is in more trouble than he has ever been before. Working as a carrier for a well known pusher Marcus has had to go into hiding for fear of his life because he stole some of the drugs he was carrying. He figured no one would notice as it was such a small amount but someone did and reported it to his boss (cgraven).

Turning to the only person who would accept him no matter the stupid stunt he pulled he came to Ginger asking to hide out. Unwilling to let her brother's life be in danger Ginger took the bull by the horns and decided to see the person seeking out her brother's life and make a deal to pay him whatever money she had saved in the bank and then make payments out of her own salary if only he would spare her brother's life. And now on to the story....

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I shivered in the cold wind and pulled my coat closer around me. My short waitress skirt was doing nothing to keep me warm and much of the cold I felt was the fear that was taking ahold of me. Looking at the mostly deserted street I felt very much out of place. This was the part of town considered the slums. It was active with those who plied trades that were looked down on by the police. Hookers, robbers, con artists, drug dealers...you name it they were here.

I shivered again, this time the coldness reaching my core. If it was not for Marcus I would not be here right now. I had never been in these kinds of surroundings though my brother's entire existance for the last several years had been in places like this. How had her dear, sweet brother come to this? It all seemed to hit him after their parent's deaths in the car accident. He withdrew from everyone but her and dropped his regular activities in school (he was a senior and she a sophmore at the time) to persue a darker path seeming facinated by death and danger now. Almost an obsession. He got into drugs, using first and then bargaining to be a carrier to support his habit. I had tried repeatedly to get him out of it, to help him 'dry out' but he always ended up back here and in the thralls of whatever powder, liquid or rock would give him his next high. It was heart wrenching but I could not live his life for him. I had one of my own of work and paying bills.

Then there was tonight. I heard someone at the door at three in the morning just after getting off of a double shift from work. Wanting nothing but to slip into a hot bath and then bed I was disturbed from those thoughts by a pounding on my door accompanied by the ringing of my doorbell. I sighed and opened the door to the sight of my brother leaning on the door frame, his face, clothes and hair caked in filth and scratched up, his clothes torn and a look of terror in his face. Sticking my head out of the door I looked around making sure no one was out in the hallway and pulled him into the apartment locking the door and sitting him on the couch while I went for some warm, wet rags.

While cleaning his face up and tending to his cuts and scrapes he told her his tale. He had been carrying. It was a new drug and one too expensive for him but he had heard it gave a high that could not be matched by any of the other drugs on the market. What he had been on lately had stopped working and he was desperate to feel that things were all right with the world. He figured no one would miss a small amount and so he took one packet before delivering it to the recipient. He got the money for all of the bargained for delivery and took it back to his dealer without a hitch, going 'home' to whatever hole in the wall he lived at at the time and using his stolen stash. Everything he had heard about it was true and he was soon in a euphoric state again. When he woke up a couple of days later it was to the sight of his friend, Robert, shaking him awake and warning him that the dealer was out for his blood. The stolen drugs had been discovered and his disappearance had confirmed that it was him who took it. Now he was in danger of losing his life. Running from the situation, knowing he would not be listened to if he tried to explain or bargain his way out of it, he spent a week hiding out before finally turning to the one person he felt he could count on. Me.

Pleading with him to go to the cops was of no use and I knew it would only get him jailed as well and then he would be a caged target for these men. I offered my savings for him to pay for what he took and he told me it wouldn't be enough. Besides they were now after blood and would not stop until they got it. I couldn't think of what else to do as Marcus drifted off to sleep, exahustion taking it's toll. As he slept I sat and watched him, a plan forming in my mind. It was a foolhardy plan but this was my brother. I had to try something because he could not run forever. So I planned to take my proposal to give my savings as well as money each paycheck to this dealer of his until his debt was paid if he only let my brother live.

Throwing my coat on, not bothering to change from my uniform, I headed out to where he had once been arrested by the police a couple of years ago hoping that either I would be able to meet this dealer or someone would know how get me in contact with him. I knew I was taking a big chance. Me, the goody-goody girl who had never so much as necked in the back seat of a car coming into a district like this but the sight of my brother's terror filled face drove me on.

Walking up to the run down warehouse I had been heading for I stood at the door and hesitated only a moment before knocking with a shaking hand. I waited a moment and raised a hand to knock again when a small panel in the door slid back revealing a set of very hard grey eyes which looked me up and down. I pulled my coat even closer to my body as I could almost see the lear on his face.

"Yeah, little girl," His voice was as hard as his eyes,"What do you want?" I swallowed and heard a chuckle from behind the door. Setting my jaw I said in a quavering voice,"I...I need to speak to your boss." "Nobody speaks to the 'boss', lady," He said and I heard answering snickers from behind him,"Now scram while you still can."

The panel was about to close and I panicked. I had to get in there if I was to save Marcus. "Wait...please!" I said seeing him hesitate I approached even closer,"I...I've come about Marcus Masterson...I need to talk to him about paying his debt off." There was a deep pause and I could hear my heart pouding in fear at the thought that they might refuse me again. "Now that might get the 'bosses' attention," The voice said and I heard a click as the door was unlocked. "Come on in. I am sure he will be very glad to see you." I didn't catch the meaning in his voice as I was too busy being scared witless. This was it. Once I went into that building there was no turning back. I clasped my hands together to keep them from shaking as the door slowly opened.

 

[cgraven]

Jordy Van Gilder had come up in the drug trade in the slums of Amsterdam. He was hard and ruthless, not a once of mercy in him. Only once had he loved and that ended in a hale of bullets many years ago. On the run, in the under world of the drug trade, he ended up in small town America, at 53 starting all over again. He was a brute of a man, his mere physical presence enough to strike fear into his colleagues, never mind his clients. Bald and carrying the scares of a life of crime he pondered the present problem, Marcus Masterson.

Masterson was a good runner and had opened up new turf among the up scale crowd, sure he pocked a bit of stuff from time to time, but hell he was an addict, the cost of doing business, it went with the territory, but this time he shorted another supplier, and something had to be done. Oh nothing as drastic as killing the little bastard, but a broken knee and permanent limp was not out of the question.

The Private social club I ran, for the BD&SM crowd, was a perfect cover for the business, unregulated, the cops had no in, consenting adults and all. God he loved their own laws that tied their hands and left me free to carry on with business.

The disturbance at the front door caught my attention.

"Nobody speaks to the 'boss', lady,"


"I...I've come about Marcus Masterson...I need to talk to him about paying his debt off."

Her voice was so sweet and innocent it peeked my interest, a very dangerous thing for her.

Danny lets see what fate has given me to amuse myself with tonight. Let the little lamb in.

"Now that might get the 'bosses' attention,"……….."Come on in. I am sure he will be very glad to see you."

My eyes where as cold as ice, as I watched her walk towards me, long blonde hair, deep blue, almost violet, eyes. 5' 7", peaches and cream complexion and so nervous she was about to pea herself.

Take off your coat honey, what’s your name and what can I do for you.

My eyes openly traveled up and down her body evaluating every curve, as I mentally striped her.

 

[geri]

Ginger

I forced myself to walk through the door even while my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would come out of my chest. My heels made a loud rat tatting on the floor as I walked in to a silence that was almost tangible.

I spotted my brother's 'boss' right away. It was hard to miss him. He lounged back in a chair his cold eyes moving over me and causing me to quake inside. I felt as if he were stripping me with his eyes.

"Take off your coat, honey, whats your name and what can I do for you?" He said and I felt as if it was not anywhere near a request.

Nervously sliding my coat from my arms I held it draped over my arms and hugged tight to my chest. I was now very aware of how short my waitress uniform was as I tried to meet his eyes but kept having to drop them as his gaze was too intense. Still, I was here to do one thing and one thing only then leave.

"I...I'm Ginger Masterson and I'm here about my brother, Marcus. I know he stole something from you. I don't approve of what he does but I don't want to see him harmed or maybe killed. I am here to pay his debt off. I have some money in my savings and, if it's not enough, I will pay you from each of my paychecks until the debt is paid up." I handed him a statement with the amount of my savings account on it. "That's all I have but it's yours if you will just leave Marcus alone."

 

[cgraven]

I take the offered statement the causally toss it away. God but she is enchanting so prim and proper her little coat clutched to her chest, eyes down cast, and that temptingly short skirt. Hmmm a little fun I think is in order and she did say she wanted to help poor Marcus out after all. Her name badge said “Ginger”, I wonder how spicy she was udder that shy loving sister exterior.

“Ginger, honey lose the coat, now, and get your hands down by your sides, show a little respect for Marcus’s sake.”

I cruelly leered at her giving her not an inch of maneuvering room.

“That pitiful account of yours, your salary, and tips for the next year won’t put a dent in what your brother owes. I am afraid I’ll have to deal quite harshly with him, kinda like the kid, but its business, nothing personal you understand.”

My eyes are unblinking as I watch her reaction.

“Now I may let you work it off if your willing”.

My face twisted into an evil grin, the riding crop in my hand catches the helm of her skirt, and slides it up her legs, till a hint of white lace comes into view.

“Yes, I just might, be willing to let you work it off Ginger”

 

[geri]

Ginger

My heart dropped as he tossed my bank statement away. Marcus had told me that my savings wouldn't begin to cover what he owed but I thought this man might at least take it as a start.

"Ginger, honey lose the coat, now, and get your hands down by your sides, show a little respect for Marcus’s sake." He said and I swallowed but obeyed. I couldn't take a chance of getting Marcus hurt by making him angry.

"That pitiful account of yours, your salary, and tips for the next year won’t put a dent in what your brother owes. I am afraid I’ll have to deal quite harshly with him, kinda like the kid, but its business, nothing personal you understand." He added as his eyes raked my form. It took all I had not to put the coat back against me and hide behind the bulky cloth.

Tears slid from my eyes and my lip quavered a bit as he spoke of hurting Marcus. True, he had gotten himself into this but he was my brother and the only one of my family I had left. "No...oh please no..." I began and then I stopped as he said,"Now I may let you work it off if your willing." I began to shake my head but then froze as I felt a riding crop slide along my leg lifting my already short skirt up. I had a hard time breathing and I had to fight not to push the crop away from me and push down my dress. Marcus, I had to think about Marcus. "Yes, I just might, be willing to let you work it off Ginger."


"Work it off?" I said deliberately misunderstanding him and hoping the hint I had gotten was very, very wrong,"I...I don't know anything about your line of work. I couldn't possibly be of any value to you."

 

[cgraven]

Was the bitch that dumb or was she that naive? Time to find out for sure, I forced the riding crop between her tightly clinched thighs and started a sawing motion rubbing against her crotch.

“Now Ginger love listen very closely as I am only going to say it once and Marcus’s fate hinges on your answer.”

The room was deadly quiet the hum of the ventilation fans the only sound to disturbed the eerie quite.

“Ginger this is a private BD&SM club, not only a business but my way of life…………You want to save your brother it is real simple honey from this moment on for the next 48 yours I own you body and soul. You will do anything I tell you, and I’ll user your body as I see fit you will have no choice in the matter. If you hesitate you will be punished.”

I only smiled at her.

“Ginger your last choice will be to walk out that door and tell Marcus he’s got 24 hours to make out his will or you will strip and kiss my boot…………..Make up your mind and make it quick.”

 

[geri]

My heart fell as he confirmed what he wanted from me. I fought to hold the tears back. I had never been with a man before but I was not naive. I knew what BDSM meant and what it entailed and my very soul quaked at the thought but I couldn't get the thought of Marcus' scared face out of my mind.

I gasped as I felt the crop move up and along my most private area and a small sob escaped me. I had a choice. I could lose one of two things to this scum. Either my virginity or my brother. 48 hours, could I live through that? Could I live with the knowledge that I could have saved my brother but didn't because of a misplaced sense of priorities.

I shuddered as I looked once more into his unwaivering eyes and then closed mine, letting my love for my misguided brother guide me. I dropped my coat onto the floor and then, tears running down my cheeks, I slowly began to unbutton my dress praying this was a nightmare but knowing it was all too real.

I could feel the material of my dress slipping from my shoulders as the one piece uniform opened more and more to reveal my firm breasts encased in my white lacy bra and my lacy white panties that matched my bra. When the last button was undone I became suddenly shy and my resolve broke and I pulled the open flaps of it closed in trembling hands trying to stifle my sobs as my face blazed with humiliation.

 

[cgraven]

I watched with glee as Gingers coat dropped from lifeless fingers. Trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons of her uniform. The struggle of the pure image that she holds of herself, wars with her love for poor foolish Marcus.

Ginger body is acquisit, slowly coming into view, my mouth waters, as I devour this lamb with my eyes. Then a spark of rebellion as she suddenly pulls the open flaps of her dress closed in trembling hands trying to stifle the sobs, which now rack her delicate form, as her face blazed with humiliation.

My anger grow at this delay and she will pay for it, she has in reality all ready made her choice, but I’ll make her pay for this delay.

“Here take it and get out…….I see you have made your choice Ginger ……Tell Marcus 23 hours left ……….tell him to make his peace with God before they meet face to face.”

I fling her coat at her.

“Danny show Miss Masterson out, our business is concluded, I have no more time to waste.”

 

[geri]

Ginger

My eyes flared open as he angrily threw her coat at her. Had she thrown poor Marcus' life away for a moment of foolish pride. Crying, she dropped her coat again and quickly stripped her uniform from her body standing there in only her lacy bra and panties.

"No...no, please...no," I exclaimed begging him to reconsider,"Please...I'm sorry...sorry, it won't happen again. Please give me another chance. Here, my uniform is off." I reached back with trembling hands and fumbled at the clasp of my bra finally having to tear the teeth from the hooks, bending them and ruining the clasps. Literally tearing the bra from my shoulders I tossed it on the floor alongside my uniform and hooked my fingers in the waistband of my panties bending over and stepping out of them and dropping to my knees even as they fluttered to the floor.

Clasping my hands together I turned pleading eyes on him. "Please, spare my brother. I promise I won't hesitate again. I'll...I'll do what you say just please spare him." I fell forward on my face kissing his boot as he had instructed and then laying sobbing at his feet, my tears washing the grime from them in tracks.

 

[cgraven]

"No...No, please...no,"…………….. "Please...I'm sorry...sorry, it won't happen again. Please give me another chance. Here, my uniform is off."

Tears staine , the flawless perfection of Ginger’s cheeks as she franticly, tore her bra from her body, her breasts full firm, proud, with up turned nipples. Her young nubile body visibly shaking as she slid her virginal white, lacey, panties down her shapely legs, stepping from them, to join the rest of her discarded clothing about her feet.

Her hands clasped together in supplication, eyes pleading, lips trembling, Ginger begged;

"Please, spare my brother. I promise I won't hesitate again. I'll...I'll do what you say just please spare him."

Her lips upon my boots, tears bathing the smooth leather, the line and form of her body, in his position of ultimate submission thrills me. I tenderly stroke her blond hair, silky smooth to the touch.

“I know you will Ginger, I see the love you have for Marcus, and I’ll introduce you to a whole world of sensations, you can’t possibly imagine.”

I lift her to her feet, hands, freely roaming her body, blatantly fondling her breasts, nipples hardening in fear at my touch, then cupping her downy mound, a finger sliding the length of her coral lips.

“Ginger tell me all about your sexual experiences; trust me I will know if you are lying.”

 

[geri]

He is stroking my hair in almost a gentle way but I have seen his eyes and know there is not true gentleness in him. Fear surrounds me like a cold blanket and it is almost hard to breathe.

He moves me to where I am on my hands and knees, his hands moving over my body and me fighting not to move away from his explorations. My nipples becoming hard in my fear and their exposure to the cool air. His hand explores further down and I bite my lip as I feel the soft touch in the place no one has touched me before.

"Ginger tell me all about your sexual experiences; trust me I will know if you are lying." He says and I try to control my voice as I answer. " I...I've never done anything more than kissing and fondling," I said my whole body flushed in embarrassment and I closed my eyes tight,"I never found anyone I wanted to go farther than that with." My voice was almost a whisper with a small sob when I finished, my head down and my body shaking with my humiliation.

 

[cgraven]

" I...I've never done anything more than kissing and fondling,"………….,"I never found anyone I wanted to go farther than that with."

Ginger’s voice was almost a whispered small sob when she finished, eyes and head cast down, her body shaking, and crimson humiliation. I am relentless as I massage her clit, I lift her chin my eyes hold her trapped in my gaze, like a small helpless bird in the gaze of a serpent.


“I never wanted to go farther than that of never fond a man that would make you go where your body screamed it wanted to go Ginger."

My voice took on a concerned air soft and subtle, that of a concerned mentor for a lost and confused protégée. Tenderly I take Ginger’s hand leading her to a hard wooden table the rack is before her cowering eyes.

“On the table Ginger you have no choice but to obey! I will toke your body where it has longed to go but your mind was afraid to follow. I will take you there and beyond.”

I hasten Ginger wrest and ankles into the restraints, a turn of the wheel and her body is soon drawn taunt.

 

[geri]

Ginger

My body jerks as his fingers find my clit and I moan in despair as he rubs along it. He forces my head up and makes me look at him though I just want the floor to open up and swallow me before he can humiliate me anymore.

Never wanted to go farther than that or never found a man that would make you go where your body screamed it wanted to go, Ginger He asked me and I looked away not willing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

Almost tenderly he takes my hand and leads me to a table that looks like an old fashioned rack that you would see in a dungeon in a horror flick. I trembled and stepped back a pace or two but his hand was firm on mine.

On the table Ginger you have no choice but to obey! I will take your body where it has longed to go but your mind was afraid to follow. I will take you there and beyond. He said pushing me toward the table. I whimper in fear but I know I have no choice if I am to save Marcus. Walking slowly to the table I moved on top of it drawing out my actions to delay the inevitable.

Once I am laying down he snaps restraints on my arms and legs and pulls my body tight. I moan and struggle feelings of helplessness washing over me, my head moving back and forth and wanting to be free from this whole situation. I bite my lip hard and try to calm myself with thoughts of Marcus and that I am doing this for him. A small spark of anger at my brother comes to life at the fact that he would get both of us into such a situation but I push it away. What is done is done and all I can do now is endure it and then go on.

 

[cgraven]

She is now trapped there is no salvation for ginger now, her pitiful struggles no match for the restraints that hold her prisoner to my desires. I affix the bar between her ankles spreading her legs wide, expositing her virgin body totally to me. Fear fills her eyes at the unknown as she bites her lower lip.

Danny rolls out the cart, I take a wash cloth, soaking it in the warm water, lathering it I wash the make up from her face, slowly, sensually, I start to wash Ginger, The soapy rough cloth gliding across her breasts teasing, exciting he nipples, Across the plain of her belly in small circular patterns, to her inner thighs, down her silken legs to the soles of her feet in motion designed to heighten the growing sensations she feels. Then the pitchers of warm rose scented water to rinse her carrying the soap away, leaving her body shimmering in the harsh light.

The shaving brush lathered I work, the soothing lather into the downy wisps of blonde hair at her “Venus Mound”, the cold steel of the strait razor slowly, scrapes, the velvet surface of her tender mound as I draw the skin tight. Ginger Masterson is now totally naked, nothing left to shield her from my penetrating gaze.


I anoint her body from head to toe, with sweet warm oils, in the ritualistic preparation of the virgin sacrifice.

 

[geri]

Ginger

I take my lower lip in my teeth trying to be brave for my brother but being very scared. I try to put my mind elsewhere as I feel him spread me before him and I can feel the blush creeping up my neck at the knowledge that he can see and, if he wishes, touch where none has gone before.

I close my eyes as he begins to wash my body, trying to flee from the place where I am at least in my mind. I can feel the friction of the cloth making my nipples hard and I try to will them to stop to no avail. I squirm as he moves lower, over my belly and then to my inner thighs at which point I tense up and hold my breath waiting for what is about to happen and not relaxing until I feel him move down my legs to wash my feet. My body can feel the roughness of the cloth even after it is gone and I jump at every light touch to my skin. I hear a groan from my lips in spite of the effort I am taking not to respond to his administrations as the warm water covers me and rinses me clean.

I jerk and then freeze as I feel a razor at my most private parts and I fight not to move, not wanting to be injured through my own resistance. Tears stream from my face as I feel him scraping my soft mound clean of the hair there and I try not to cry too loudly and disturb his hand or anger him with a razor in his hands.

Oil is next and I can feel myself arching into the feel of the warm, scented oils as his hands cover my body and I feel ashamed that I can find that much pleasure in any of this. His preparation of me has been slow and sensual and my inexperienced body has been following it's natural instinct but that did not help my torn mind. My body began to quiver ever so slightly as my crying increase and I closed my eyes not wanting to see what would happen next.

 

[cgraven]

Ginger is now totally exposed to me, not even a downy hair to shield her from my gaze. My fingers gild across silken skin where once blond downy hair grew.

My preparation have been slow, sensual, and Ginger’s inexperienced body follows it's natural instinct, and begins to quiver ever so slightly, her tears flow freely and her eyes closed in fear of seeing what is to come next.

“So you wish not to see?.........Then your sight will be denied you!!”

I place cotton wading over Ginger’s Eyelids, the scarlet leather sleeping mask buckled securely into place and she is plunged into a black abyss. Padded headphones cuts out all sound, save my voice, soft, soothing, and seductive, voice.

“You where made to please, your body for pleasure, do not fear, embrace the pleasure, embrace the pain, till they become one all consuming joy.”

An hour, two hours pass, or is it just minutes. Alone in the back abyss there is no time.

A pair of hands caresses Ginger’s body, lips tease her nipple, then more hands, and another mouth suckles a nipple. Now nothing she is alone in the “Abyss” again, time a meaning less thing. Cold metal parts her Virgin labia, resting just below her clit. No matter how she struggles against her bound she cannot dislodge its presence. It vibrates bring Ginny to the edge of fulfillment then nothing. Time and again her delicate body is randomly assaulted bye the metal object, teasing, arousing yet leaving her on the edge of ecstasy, her frustrated.

 

[geri]

Ginger

"So you wish not to see?" He sneered at me as I closed my eyes trying to escape into my mind,"Then your sight will be denied you!!"

I whimpered as he placed cotton and then a blindfold on me, my world turning dark. Headphones made me feel as if I was cut off from the world as his voice comes to me repeating the same phrase over and over again, the shaking of my head doing nothing to dislodge it. I feel as if I am alone in a dark room, pinned as someone punctures my soul with words.

I don't know how long I am laying there alternately crying and moaning, hands and mouths moving over my body, teasing it and making it respond in spite of all I do to stop it then leaving me, my body on fire, tingling and sensitive, my freshly shaved mound pulsing with need though I try to block it out. There is nothing to distract me from my needs and the sensations on my body except for the voice constantly in my ear and which only points out my body's betrayal all the more.

I press my head back and into the rack I am on as I feel something at my nether lips. It is cold and metal and a shock is sent through my very being as it comes in contact with my flesh just below my inexperience clit. I struggle against my bonds as it begins to vibrate, an unwanted feeling of pleasure washing over me, bringing me close to an unknown edge and then ceasing to allow me enough time to slip back into a state of frustration and need only to flair up again. I am sobbing and moaning, crying out but unable to hear my own words for the constant assault on my ears. Asking for help, begging to be given release as my body thrashes within it's confinement.

 

[cgraven]

Ginger thrashes and bucks against her bounds. Her body covered with a fine sheen of sweat, moaning in a mixture of pleasure one moment an utter frustration the next. He now pleads for help, for the release that her body craves, her mind slowly following in its isolation, the back Abyss offering no distraction to my combined assault on body and soul.

The vibrations again drive Ginger to the edge; stop leaving her teetering in a limbo of want and unfulfilled desire. Slipping once more into frustration and despair, my finger rolls her excited clit, under its tip, she is almost at the point of orgasm and I withdraw the source of her pleasure. I remove Gingers head phones; I am close to her ear my breath hot as a wind from hell on her flesh.


“ Beg me to rape you Ginger, to rip your virginity form you, beg me to take you in the most vile way your little mind can conceive of, and I may grant you the release you crave………………….If not we will continue this little game and add some new sensations to it that are not so pleasant.”

I crush the hard bud of her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

 

[geri]

I am a sobbing quivering mass by the times the headphones are removed to be replaced by his true voice, his breath hot against my ear. Beg me to rape you Ginger, to rip your virginity form you, beg me to take you in the most vile way your little mind can conceive of, and I may grant you the release you crave. If not we will continue this little game and add some new sensations to it that are not so pleasant. He said and I froze in my struggles, my body tight and sensitive and screaming at me for release but my mind refusing to accept that I must ask for what is eventually to happen to it. I cannot see him but I can hear the smuggness in his voice and I shake my head even as his fingers crush my nipple and cause me to cry out.

"No," I said my voice now loud in my own ears the tears I have cried evident in my tone,"Do what you want to my body, that is the price for my brother's safety but I won't ask you to violate me no matter what you do. You can have my body but not my soul."

 

[cgraven]

Ginger sods her defiance, “…………..You can have my body but not my soul."

As I replace her head phones condemning her to isolation once more the last sounds she hears is my laughter.

How innocent she really is not only in her Virginal body but in her naiveté as well, for she truly believes her moral strength of character that has delivered her to a fate that she can not possibly imagine will protect her from her fall from grace into a dark Abyss that I never intend for her to escape from, Her body will make me a small fortune in the next six months if properly rented to those with a particular craving for young firm bodies. When she is no longer suited for that market, then there are the cheap brothels that cater to the not so wealthy.

For the next hour or so the twin assault was as before. I am patient waiting for her body to adjust to the random cycle. Her mind a little stronger almost but not quite capable of coping, then the bite of the serrated nipple clamps, her own sweat will be an excellent conduct for the current. The 1st shock courses trough her nipples Gingers back arches as her muscles involuntarily contract. A new series of sensations, near, pleasure, frustration, and searing pain, all randomly applied, no rhyme or reason to there sequence, and always my recorded voice in her ears attacking her soul.

Ginger suffers only an hour or so before I again let her hear.

“It is all up to you Ginger………….Now be a “Good Girl” and beg as you where ordered…..or I shall have to punish you……..I can assure you, would you prayer to what ever gods you hold dear for the sweet kiss of death to relieve from the torment.”

I lovingly stroke her hair.

 

[geri]

Ginger

I am puzzled at his laughter and I moan in despair as I am once more isolated but I am determined not to give in. I alternate moaning and sobbing as my torment begins again and then a new sensation on my nipples already made hard and sensitive by the treatment they have recieved. I gasp and then cry out sharply as metal teeth bit into my tender flesh there and then my back arches off the table, my muscles freezing as a current of electricity sears through me. I scream and sob begging for it to stop and it does, for a little while. In that pause the tender torture begins again interrupted at any time by a painful jolt of the electricity through my nipples and into the rest of my body. All the time my torturer is weaving his threads of manipulations through my mind.

By the time he removes the headphones again I am covered in persperation and my body is wracked with sobs. Through my pain, frustration and throbbing body I hear him speak to me. It is all up to you Ginger. Now be a 'Good Girl' and beg as you where ordered...or I shall have to punish you. I can assure you, you would pray to what ever gods you hold dear for the sweet kiss of death to relieve from the torment.

I looked up at him seeing no mercy in him at all and I knew my tortured body could not take much more. My spirit was strong in it's defiance but all my body wished to do was curl up in a ball and let the world fade away from around me.

In a weak voice I said,"Please...please...r...rape me." My voice was dull and lifeless and full of despair as I said the words I did not wish to say in order to stop the torments I was going through.

 

[cgraven]

,"Please...please...r...rape me." Ginger’s voice was flat lifeless, and desperate. Yes she was desperate to be released from the physical torment that her innocent body had endured, but her defiant spirit was enacted. I had no wish to break her spirit, but that edge of defiance, that clarion call that “You can take my body bout not my Soul” must be broken.

I remove her headphones, there is soft soothing music playing in the back ground, I wipe a tear from her cheek with my thumb, then gentle kiss her cheek while stroking her sweat soaked hair. My whispered breathe once again a searing breeze from hell upon Gingers neck.

Oh sweet Ginger do you think it is so easy,........A sweet lie from your quivering lips……………….A noble sacrifice for Marcus?”

I remove her clamps, and withdraw the metal fiend, that has so many times now brought her to the edge of euphoria. A warm soothing cloth kisses Ginger’s tortured flesh, my gentle bathing a strake contrast to the treatment she has just endured. My lips brush hers with a tender chaste kiss, then butterfly soft kisses, follow the line of her neck, cover her breasts, gently worship Gingers nipples. A touch fids her aroused clit, the moisten finger massages it bring Ginger again close inexperienced body close to the unknown joy it now so desperately craves. Ever closer to that fulfillment, my mouth and fingers bringing Ginger, to that which she unknowingly craves. She titters on the edge; I pause, again holding out the specter of yet another frustrating denial of her needs.

Ginger you are such a stubborn, will full child………….I told you once already……… “ Beg me to rape you Ginger, to rip your virginity form you, beg me to take you in the most vile way your little mind can conceive of

I push Ginger’s reeling sense over the edge, As her young body trembles as her orgasm engulf her in a tidal wave of fulfillment I reattach her clamps, restore all as it was, and add a third clam to her throbbing clit.

Oh you will beg me Ginger make no mistake about that.’

With that her head phones caress her ears once more, yet this time silence. Ginger is cast into an abyss of black silence, alone with her fertile mind to contemplate what new horrors await her…………………………but nothing, for the true torture & joy is in the anticipation of the pain, not the pain itself.

Ginger is alone as that anticipation coils around her soul.

 

[geri]

Ginger

His touch is almost gentle and soothing as he wipes a tear from my face and kisses my cheek, his hand playing through my hair. Then his voice is in my ear again.

Oh sweet Ginger do you think it is so easy,........A sweet lie from your quivering lips....A noble sacrifice for Marcus?

And I shake my head slowly not wanting the torture to continue but not being able to say the vile words he wishes of me, my tongue feeling thick in my mouth when I try. The clamps are removed and a cloth bathes my weary body as his lips move over me with soft kisses making me writhe as they touched my sore nipples, pain sweeping through them as the blood returns after the clamps are taken from them. His finger slowly circles my clit and I jump as if the electricity is still coursing through me. The sensual assault sends me into a turmoil as I once again approach the sweet bliss of release only to have it pulled from me again, my teeth grinding in frustration as his warm breath baths my ear again.

Ginger you are such a stubborn, will full child....I told you once already....Beg me to rape you Ginger, to rip your virginity form you, beg me to take you in the most vile way your little mind can conceive of...

And then he pushed me over the edge the rapid movements of his fingers against my swollen nub finally allowing me to be swept away under a flood of emotions. I scream as I shake and writh under the assault of both my mind and body. The fact that the clamps have been reattatched only barely registers until I feel one being placed upon my swollen, teased clit. My head press my head down into the rack behind me as the pain of the metal teeth bits into flesh that is even more sensitive than my nipples.

Then I am in blackness again only this time there is no recording of his voice. I lay there waiting for the hands and mouths to resume and the electricity to flow through my body again, tears building as I anticpate the pain and frustrating pleasure my mind registering the intense wetness gathered at my sex, on my thighs and puddled beneath me from my final release. I am tense, all of my muscles bunched waiting for it to start but there is only the pain of small, sharp metal teeth biting into my ridgid buds. Confusion flits through my mind and my body begins to relax only to tense again, knowing he is out there watching me and waiting for my guard to be down to begin torturing me again. I no longer pull against my physical bonds knowing that they hold true. Now it is the bonds he is wrapping around my mind and soul that I fight. Tossing my head around the absence of sound soon becoming more torture than relief I scream out to him...

"If you are going to do something to me than do it! Dammit! Do it and get it over with! Rape me, you bastard and you had better make it good! You only have one fucking chance at my virginity and after that it's gone, do you hear me? GONE! Do your best, you fucking son of a bitch and enjoy watching me twist in your vile poison, tainting me for the rest of my life! You want to know the most vile way I can imagine for my body to be used? By you, asshole! You have already succeeded in that dark image now lets see what else you can do!"

I fell back against the rack then, my body loosing it's ridgid pose, no longer caring if he turned up the electric current to it's full power, secretly hoping he would do just that and relieve me of this torment once and for all.

 

[cgraven]

Ginger is almost there but not quite yet she screams her defiance as her tortured mind reels in battle with the fear that clutches at her soul. She struggles for the last fading light of the life that was once hers the simple markers defining her existence, family, friends, and work, all which ordered her life.

I pick up the microphone:

“Ginger so defiant, where is your family now?........If not for Marcus would you be here?………..Your friends, do they even know you are missing?.........Or do they think you just need some space?..............Work, my God girl you’re a waitress, …..They’ll soon replace you and forget you where ever there………..Ginger you are utterly alone……..There is only you….and I………your salvation from the lie you have lived all your life……….or your damnation to a hell fire of pain if you do not obey”

I strip away all the markers, one by one, that give Ginger a holding ground aganst my mental asult.


Again I cast Her down into the silent black abyss, alone with the crippling fear of anticipated pain, Then just one mild shock to Ginny’s clit to remind her of what could come next, at any moment.

 

[geri]

Ginger

No! It wasn't true, it wasn't! His voice slowly easing the poison of his words through my mind. My family...Marcus was all I had left but he did care about me. He did. I was the one that he came to when he was in trouble. He trusted me. Trusted me to get him out of the tough spots he got himself into and then cared about me so much that he would go right back to his old life after I had bailed him out of yet another tough spot. I shook my head as the thought rang through my mind. I could not let what he said get to me. I could not let his lies twist my mind. Lies? An inner voice came to me, Or the bald truth you have been too blind to see? I shook my head and moaned but not in physical torment but, now, in emotional and spiritual pain.

My friends...I had not told them where I was going. Hell, I had not even told them about Marcus' penchant for trouble. I barely mentioned him at all. They knew I had a brother but that was all. But if they were really your friends wouldn't you be able to share even that with them? Wouldn't you have been able to go to them instead of coming here alone and defenseless? Again I moaned as the inner voice struck a painful chord.

Work...they would miss me. I was their best waitress and I made a lot of tips from the regular customers. They would miss me and ask where I was. And they would be told that I left without notice, how they never suspected I would do it but that it happened all the time. My position would be filled within the week. A soft whimper and then a sob came from me as my true position seated itself firmly in my mind and my head began to rock back and forth, my arms and legs trying to pull at my bonds wanting nothing but to curl up in a ball and disappear into a black hole. My whole existence came down to this and, in the end, it was true...I was alone.

A small shock moved through my clit, not enough for real pain but enough to drag me back to the present and my very real position in the here and now. "Oh, god!" I sobbed to him whereever he was,"Why? Why are you doing this? If you want my body, just take it. You're right, I don't have anyone who would care. Just...do what you want to me...I don't care anymore...just...no more. Please, god, no more!"