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“Shhh Miss Sutton draw a breath and tell me what you said my sweet girl.”

As far away as Claire felt, she could still hear him, his words beckoned her to comply. To answer. Her tongue lashed across dry lips and she took a deep shuddering breath as he told her to.

"I-" She whispered, trying to give both voice and volume to answer him, "I-I'm yours."

There was more to the thought and somewhere she knew that but it was lost as fast as it came. She strained beneath his cock as another orgasm suddenly broke on her shores and she trembled beneath its power, moans issued from her throat and she clenched tightly around his shaft as she convulsed. She felt like she had no warning they were coming anymore.

“Would you like more pain and pleasure Kitten?”

The deep of her mind told her that something he said was different but her conscious brain was a bowl of jelly. Utterly shot. She had to answer, some deep pit inside her told her that he asked her a question and she must answer. It compelled her. Forced her. Like nothing was more important.

"So good...hurts...p-please..." She bumbled through an incoherent reply, trying to answer him, "Oh god...I'll be good...don't leave."

Conscious Claire would have wished the opposite but in her current state, Claire actually feared losing his touch. If he stopped touching her, something terrible would happen to her, to her world. She kept moving her hips, why was she doing that? She'd forgotten now, she just knew she had to keep doing it, it pleased him and that was deeply important. That was her whole world. The only thing that mattered in that moment.

"Whatever you want, whatever you...want, whatever..." She tried to tell him, rambling the only words that would come out but another orgasm had started to build and cut her off, she simply moaned and was lost to the sensation of the fire in her body.

 

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Shhh Miss Sutton draw a breath and tell me what you said my sweet girl.”

Batard’s words beckoned her to comply. To answer. He watched as her little pink tongue slid across her parched lips and she took a deep shuddering breath, as he told her to.

"I-" She whispered, trying to give both voice and volume to answer him, "I-I'm yours."

Batard was pleased with Claire Suttons little confession brought by the delicious pain he had brought to the gorgeous little red head. Her supple young body arched from the bear skin rug, pulled at her bounds as the first of a cascading series orgasms claimed Clair body and soul.

Batard loved how Clair Sutton seemed to have no controlled over her stunning young body, her hips continued to arch to Batard’s body. Her young body now shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat as she was seized by a sensual tidal wave of cascading orgasms. And yet his voice hauntingly called to Clair.

“Would you like more pain and pleasure Kitten?”

She kept moving her hips, arching her hips to him shamefully seeking his touch his nearness seemed to be all the gorgeous redhead seemed to want.

"Whatever you want, whatever you...want, whatever..."

Like a darkly sensual mantra Clair kept repeating those words that seemed to slowly become a fervent prayer of her heart felt desire. Batard freed Claire’s trim little ankles yet he left her hands bound above her pretty little red head. She was now free to wrap her legs around Batard and draw him deeper into her chaste young body. He was anxious to see just how Claire Sutton was to please him with her ravishing young body.

 

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He pulled away from her, leaning back to free her ankles and he slipped from her in the process. Claire cried out and thrashed a little, she didn't know why per say but she felt that as a type of pain signal. Claire wasn't cognizant of what he was doing or how far away from her he actually was - mere inches. Only that he wasn't touching her, wasn't inside her, wasn't tormenting her.

And then he was back! Claire wasn't immediately aware her legs were free and even as she split them wider and wrapped them up behind his hips and arched up to take more of him, she didn't do so consciously. Moans dribbled from her lips in relief and more tears spilled from beneath her long lashes. She panted desperately and thrust her hips in a deep roll into him over and over but she was so very near exhausted.

She worked into another massive climax quickly and trembled as her ecstasy was ripped from her body, her cries reaching a new crescendo altogether. Her slit soaked him right up to his pelvis and she gripped the restraints above her now that she was less taut and able to reach them.

"Oh god, oh god!" She screamed and went rigid in her arch, offering her inflamed breasts to his face.

And as it passed at last, she collapsed heavily beneath him. She peered up from barely open eyelids, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness. It was all too much for poor Claire to keep going. Then her eyelashes fluttered and promptly closed.

 

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Claire Sutton was so distraught when Batard slipped from her for only a moment. Claire was so desperate for him to touch her, to feel hem inside of her that the spent and exhausted young redhead wasn't immediately aware her legs were free and even as she spread them wider and wrapped them up behind his hips and arched up to take more of him, she didn't do so consciously.

Batard was pleased, wither consciously or subconsciously, he did not care as long as the gorgeous young beauty obeyed him. Her supple young body reached for him as if he were the only anchor that held in her young life. Even as her eyes were fluttering, even as he knew Claire Sutton was on the edge of that abyss where Morpheus would soon claim her, he gave the young redhead another whispered command.

“Keep your hands above your pretty little head Miss Sutton……..to please me.”

His words were ringing in her ears.

"Oh god, oh god!" Claire screamed and went rigid in her arch, offering her inflamed breasts to his face. His mouth, lips, and teeth captured each of her tortured nipples and areolas in turn. A new wave of pain raced through the girl’s supple young body.



And as it passed at last, she collapsed heavily beneath him. She peered up from barely open eyelids, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness. It was all too much for poor Claire to keep going. Then her eyelashes fluttered and promptly closed.

Clair Sutton had not simple succumbed to the need for sleep, no she collapsed done in, unable to physically, or emotionally, to continue.

Batard took Claire Stutton into the security of his arms. His touch warmed her, his scent filled her nostrils. his very nature the center of her world. When she awoke it would be to him. The only question was would she once more continue her futile struggle against her fate, or would she except Batard as her Master. If she did accept Batard as her Master that did not mean that her young life would not be without pain, for Batard was a sadist.

 

[monique_minx]

The blurry ceiling swam into view slowly though Claire had to blink several times. She groaned softly and looked around, for a moment, she'd forgotten where she was entirely. She felt...restrained, no, she looked over and saw it was Jean's arm across her that she felt. And as she looked down on her body, she realised she was still naked and her thighs were coated in a combination of their juices that had dried there.

Claire then took a moment to appraise her body, she was sore in places she'd never been sore before. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen especially, they throbbed with a deep ache and her nipples seemed a little bruised. She reached up to brush one gently and gasped at how raw and hypersensitive it was. Her ass and pussy felt abused as well and the muscles in her arms and legs pulsed softly when she moved, reminding her how much she'd tensed in bondage as if she'd done some hectic gym workout.

Jean was silent, she watched his face carefully as his eyes were closed and his chest seemed to be moving rhythmically as if he were sleeping.

'I have to get out of here...' She thought to herself, trying to overcome her fear of him as she slowly started to extricate herself from his arm.

Being rescued in the nude was a horrific indignity but Jean could do worse to her, she was sure of it. But then she was also afraid of what might happen if he caught her trying to escape. She'd been brought here unconscious to boot, Claire had no idea where she was, where Jean lived. She gritted her teeth and whimpered as his arm slid across her sensitive nipple tissue and off of her and suddenly she was free of his hold but she laid next to him quietly for several moments to make sure he was still asleep. When she was satisfied, Claire got up from next to him slowly.

She desperately needed to pee but she was ignoring the need in favour of escape, her first move was to find a door - any exterior door that would let her out of this house. She'd pee in a goddamn bush after she got out of there if she had to. Claire found the door and twisted the handle, repeatedly, as quietly as she possibly could.

'Fuck! Of course it's locked! Keys, keys, where would he keep the keys?' Claire thought desperately and went into an adjoining room in search of any keys. She passed through a kitchen, scanning wildly for any hooks or discarded keys on the benches. But then she found a relatively clean bathroom and Claire couldn't merely walk past the toilet when she was so in need so she stopped to pee.

It was the most tense, panicked moment she'd ever spent on the toilet and despite the fact that she really needed to go, it took a good few moments before Claire was able to release her bladder. She was hyperalert, listening for any sign of movement in the house, afraid Jean would come for her at any moment. After she was finished, she automatically flushed and then smacked herself in the forehead.

'Good job Claire, very stealthy!' She berated herself for the reflex, she'd never had to creep through someone else's house before. She exited the bathroom, her bare feet padding across hard wood as she continued her search for either keys or another exit. Claire deliberately avoided the wet room and sterile room she'd first been brought to. She was sure there was no exits from those rooms but they were also places of torment and humiliation to Claire, she couldn't bear to step foot in them again.

 

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His naked body was molded to Claire’s warm soft body. His arms were crossed over the gorgeous young redheads breasts and waist. His breathing was deep and slow as he enjoyed the feel of her young body against his. A smile bowed Batard’s lips as he felt Claire Sutton begin to tentatively move in a slow and prolonged effort to extricate herself from his hold on her.

Batard managed to keep his breathing deep and slow as he fained sleep. He was so tempted to grab Claire’s trim little ankle when she finally thought that she was free. No that would be to soon after all there was no place for her to go. It would be more entertaining to let the ravishing young redhead search for her hoped for escape.

Claire Sutton was still naked and her thighs were coated in a combination of their juices that had dried there. She then took a moment to appraise her body, she was sore in places she'd never been sore before. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen especially, they throbbed with a deep ache and her nipples seemed a little bruised. She reached up to brush one gently and gasped at how raw and hypersensitive it was. Batard loved that little gasp that escaped the girl’s moist ripe lips the way she froze for a moment he could almost hear her pray and hope that sensual little gasp had not woken him.



Jean was silent, he knew she watching his face carefully as his eyes were closed and his chest seemed to be moving rhythmically as if he were sleeping. Slowly the naked little nymph tiptoed from the room. Batard lay still until he heard the padding of her bare feet slowly disappeared from his hearing. Now for the hunt to begin. Jean rolled from his side and slowly rose. Oh! how he loved these little game. Now which way would she go? To the left back towards the wet room and sterile room, or to right towards the kitchen and deeper into the maze that was his home? The mattered was settled by something so natural, done without thought, the flushing of a toilet. So, the kitchen it would be.

Batard moved as silently as a panther on the prowl, his movements slow deliberate as he stalked his pry Miss Claire Sutton. When Batard found her Clair was jiggling a doorknob in a futile effort to open the door. One arm went around the startled little red head pinning her arms to her side, the other was around her slender throat His hand clamped over her mouth.

“Going someplace Miss Sutton? And you being such a good girl last night.”

Batard held the struggling girl to him. Her brief moments of freedom now gone once more.

“ I fear I must discipline you now Miss Sutton. Perhaps the needles again?”

Batard let his hands slip from Claire’s mouth.



“Well Miss Sutton?”

Jean felt the way the young redhead’s body tightened with fear at just the mention of the needles. With his arm around her throat his other hand wrenched one of her arms back and her hand almost to her shoulder blade. Batard took Claire deeper into the maze that was his home. He took her to his Play Room for her to be disciplined. The young redhead was pressed to the wall by the door his body hard against Clair’s, her hyper sensitive breasts crust to the wall. The door was opened and his sadistic Play Room lay before the girl’s eyes.

“Choose a device Miss Sutton or I shall choose for you and I can assure you that you’ll not like my choice.”

 

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Claire had found the back door and tried it, desperately jiggling the handle that wouldn't budge. All the exterior doors seemed to be key locked and she had no idea where Jean kept his keys. The next thing she knew, an arm encircled her waist and pinned her arms and then her mouth was covered and Claire began to panic. Especially after she heard his voice - as if somehow she'd hoped it was anyone else.

“Going someplace Miss Sutton? And you being such a good girl last night.”

She froze for a moment like ice was in her veins and then struggled like a wet cat in his grasp.

"Mmmm!" She cried out through his hand over her mouth.

“I fear I must discipline you now Miss Sutton. Perhaps the needles again?”

The saliva all but dried up in her mouth even as he released his hand from it. The fear he invoked with that sentence was palpable and her breasts practically throbbed in response.

“Well Miss Sutton?”

She'd have shaken her head if his hand wasn't on her neck, holding it rigid as she arched back into his grip.

"No, god please! Not again!" She begged him, a single tear rolled down one cheek and her heart was pounding so hard it might've ripped through her chest.

He took her wrists up in his hand and held them up to her shoulder blades behind her back with a painful grip that made her groan and then he led her back through the house, his hand still at her neck. The tiny hope she'd felt at the idea of escaping flickered out like a wavering candle instantly. Her chest hit the wall beside the door first and with no way to protect her swollen breasts, she cried out at the bruising pain that rippled through her core. And as if it couldn't get worse, the door swung open and she was led into a large room of horrors that had her pressing back against Jean, trying to flee back through the door she'd entered.

Everywhere she looked, there were implements and furniture, chains and ropes hanging from everywhere. She recognised most of it - a cage, an x frame, a bondage bench, stocks and then there were whips, canes, crops, floggers and an assortment of leather cuffs, collars, binders, gags, blindfolds, harnesses, chastity devices, spreader bars and more sex toys than she'd ever seen outside an adult store. It was neatly organised but that was something she didn't have time to appreciate.

“Choose a device Miss Sutton or I shall choose for you and I can assure you that you’ll not like my choice.”

Claire whimpered, she knew after the night before that she most assuredly would not appreciate Jean's choice. But choosing her own punishment was its own punishment. It allowed her mind to run wild with all the possible ways it could be inflicted upon her. She wavered for a moment about begging him but she was too afraid he'd ignore her and choose the implement, she'd never get a second chance. Claire wasn't stupid, she'd picked up a few things about Jean in the past 24 hours - themes that had repeated enough to bear remembering.

She eyed an implement she knew, 'I'm gonna fucking regret this.'

"The...c-" She took a deep breath to steady her nerves as her fear threatened to overwhelm her, "The cane."

She saw a few of them hanging there. She almost wanted to stuff the words back in her mouth as soon as they left her lips. She was shaking a little but at least she was able to ignore how gross she felt for the moment. Some things were more important. She wanted to ask for a shower but was afraid he'd hose her down again instead, she was hungry and starting to really regret having looked for an escape she never found.

 

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“I fear I must discipline you now Miss Sutton. Perhaps the needles again?”

The saliva all but dried up in her mouth even as he released his hand from it. The fear he invoked with that sentence was palpable and her breasts practically throbbed in response.

“Well Miss Sutton?”

"No, god please! Not again!" She begged him, a single tear rolled down one cheek and her heart was pounding so hard it might've ripped through her chest. Batard was pleased as Claire Sutton’s fear of those long sensuous needles had placed her in more pliable state of mind. Yet the young redhead regarded Batard with suspicion. Smart girl jean thought. She eyed an implement she knew, he could almost read her innocent young mind, 'I'm gonna fucking regret this.'



"The...c-" She took a deep breath to steady her nerves as her fear threatened to overwhelm her, "The cane."

“The cane an interesting choice Miss Sutton.”

Jean Batard ran his fingers lovingly over the collection of canes on the wall, each in its own place. The canes ran the gambit from hardwood walking sticks, rattan canes all the way down to canes that could more accurately called switches. He took his time caressing them before selecting his choice, flexing it, making it the center of the young redhead’s world.

“My apologies Miss Sutton you must be desperate for a warm shower, to wash the grime of your journey away, not to mention his scent that clung to the young redhead. There is a shower in the back corner. You will find soap, shampoo, and several bath towels. I fear there is no shower curtain but I am sure that seeing we now know each other rather intimately now……………..”

Claire Sutton had to endure the humiliation, of this man, who had kidnapped her, shower. True there was soap, but no wash cloth, Claire would have to lather her hands, then caress her own gorgeous young body putting on an erotic little show for her captor, and tormentor. The water was relaxing and at the same time awaking every nerve in her young stunning body.

Once Claire Sutton had dried herself he led her to a strange looking chaze lounge. “Set down Miss Sutton and stretch out your legs.”

Once the young redhead had assumed the position that Batard had directed, she had little choice but to obey, her ankles were caught in a modified stock.

“Now for your chastisement for trying, and failing in your escape attempt.”

He flexed the sapling between his hands. “I will give you no more that twenty blows of the cane”

The first blow was no particularly hard when it lashed the souls of Claire’s feet, by the time the fifth blow struck the pain in the souls of her feet was unbearable and in some way more painful then the needles had been.

“Just seventeen more Miss Sutton!”

His voice was almost jovial.

 

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God, he even made the selection of the cane like a slow torture in of itself. Claire watched him flick through many of them before he finally made his choice and then the way it cut through the air as he tested it in his hand chilled Claire to the bone.

“My apologies Miss Sutton you must be desperate for a warm shower, to wash the grime of your journey away. There is a shower in the back corner. You will find soap, shampoo, and several bath towels. I fear there is no shower curtain but I am sure that seeing we now know each other rather intimately now……………..”

It was like a face slap followed by a gut punch and she knew before she turned towards the shower that he'd be watching her. It felt even worse that she did as he directed because she had no escape, she didn't know how to get out of the house. She felt like a trapped animal. She turned the water on and very deliberately turned her back to Jean, trying to ignore the fact that he was watching - intensifying the humiliation of this. She'd never had anyone watch her shower before, let alone after sex. She lathered the soap over her body, taking particular care to be as gentle as possible with her breasts.

It was cleaning her inner thighs that was the most humiliating of all - washing his cum and her own from her skin in a very intimate place all while he watched. Claire wished the floor would open and swallow her whole. She tried to finish the shower with as much dignity as possible, towel drying herself and reluctantly discarding its fluffy warm covering.

“Set down Miss Sutton and stretch out your legs.”

She was most unenthusiastic about following his direction, her heart started beating like a drum as she laid upon the chaise. Her anxiety increased tenfold when he bound her ankles into a firm, yet small and mobile stock.

“Now for your chastisement for trying, and failing in your escape attempt.”

Claire bit back the whimper and the protest, as if she could lie her way out of it and pretend she wasn't trying to escape.

“I will give you no more that twenty blows of the cane”

She swallowed, 'Ok twenty...I can handle twenty...sure.' She tried to self motivate in silence.

Then he hit her hard...and it was on her feet which shocked her. She was expecting him to hit her ass, not her feet. She jumped a little as he struck her again, with her feet together - the cane lashed both soles at the same time. And he sounded too happy about it as the burn was climbing rapidly, Claire was yelping by the 5th blow as they started to repeat over flesh he'd already struck. By the 10th, she was screaming after each hard strike and by the 13th, tears had begun to stream out of her eyes.

She buried her face in the chaise beneath her and sobbed mightily as he continued, her whole body jumping with every strike. The only blessing was that she couldn't really feel the ache in her breasts because the pain in her feet completely eclipsed it. By the 15th she was a blubbering wreck.

"God! Please!" She cried out and begged him, even knowing it was futile, she couldn't help herself.

"I won't t-try it again! Never!" She sobbed and shook her head hard, her fists clenching beneath her, "I've learned my lesson, I swear to god!"

Isn't it funny how the deeply unreligious call on a deity in times of stress and pressure...and pain? If only Claire had the sense to appreciate that irony but she was a little busy in that moment.

 

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The young redhead had the audacity to turn her back to him a she showered which reduced his enjoyment of her erotic little show, Miss Claire Sutton would pay dearly for that little affront. Clair stood naked before Batard and swallowed, 'Ok twenty...I can handle twenty...sure.' he could see the gears turning in her pretty little head as she tried to self-motivate in silence.

Then he hit her hard...that for the shower……… and it was on her feet which he could see shocked her. Batard knew the young redhead was expecting him to hit her ass, not her feet. She jumped a little as he struck her again, with her feet together - the cane lashed both soles at the same time. Claire was yelping by the 5th blow as they started to repeat over flesh he'd already struck. By the 10th, she was screaming after each hard strike and by the 13th, tears had begun to stream out of her eyes. By the 15th she was a blubbering wreck.



"God! Please!" She cried out and begged him, even knowing it was futile, she couldn't help herself.

"I won't t-try it again! Never!" She sobbed and shook her head hard, her fists clenching beneath her, "I've learned my lesson, I swear to god!"

“What will you do to show me that your contrition is true Miss Sutton?”

Batard stilled his hand as he spoke knowing well that the pain of Claire’s caning would still be radiating through her gorgeous young body and that she was well aware that five more strikes remained, a little incentive for her true contrition.

“Perhaps some diamond studs for your nipples Miss Sutton to remined you every time you see them, what a naught girl you were. Or perhaps I should pierce your clit so every time I take you, you will be reminded of your shameful behavior.”

Batard so loved tormenting this young beauty. He pondered, had she truly broken yet and was she ready to be reshaped into an adoring little masochist sub. He stood tapping the cane to his hand as he waited to see what the young redhead would do.

 

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“What will you do to show me that your contrition is true Miss Sutton?”

It took her a moment to realise he'd spoken and stopped hitting her and then a longer one to understand what he asked, she raised her head to look back and up at him. She had no idea how to answer him but then he made a suggestion...

“Perhaps some diamond studs for your nipples Miss Sutton to remind you every time you see them, what a naughty girl you were. Or perhaps I should pierce your clit so every time I take you, you will be reminded of your shameful behavior.”

The horror spread across her features like a wave, "You want to...p-pierce me?"

The very idea felt every bit as painful as what he was already doing to her and then it was coupled with the idea he'd permanently mark her. She considered it though, it was the only time he'd ever paused and actually heard her pleas. But ending this only to begin anew on another part of her body was an unbearable thought also. Claire also thought he might do it anyway if it was already on his mind but she'd done nothing to deserve it.

'I did nothing to deserve any of this...' The thought popped into her head and she shook it off, that kind of miserable thinking didn't serve her and Jean was waiting for an answer.

"Fuck." She said softly, "C-"

She inhaled sharply, "Cane me."

Claire gave her answer and pressed her face back down into the couch again trying to prepare herself for this final onslaught of blows. She told herself she could handle it, that she and her shameful behaviour would make Jean regret it.

 

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Jean Batard smiled as he watched young Claire Sutton’s eyes go wide and the little beads of sweat on her brow when he suggested that he might pierce her nipples or her clit. It was not an idle threat on Batard’s part, but a prophetic warning of things to come.

"You want to...p-pierce me?"

The young redhead asked her voice trembling with fear and apprehension.

"Fuck." She said softly, "C-" She inhaled sharply, "Cane me."

“Have no fear Miss Sutton I have not forgotten that I owe you five more swats of your punishment.”

There was a certain diabolic glee in his voice. The sixteenth blow was not merely a blow but it also incorporated a slicing sliding blow to the souls of her tortured feet. Now he paused between each of the remaining blows letting Clare’s anticipation and fear grow. Finally, the last slicing blow landed and the young redhead gave voice to her torment.



Her chastisement over, act two of her torment was about to begin. Her feet were released.

“Miss Sutton lay on your back, hands above your head and your legs straight out.”

The young girl had to know that she would soon be bound again, hand and foot. It did not take jean Batard long to once more render Claire captive to his will.

“Tell me Miss Sutton do your prefer rubies, or diamonds, or simple gold ornaments?”

Just the way he said it gave Claire the feeling he was setting a trap for her.

 

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“Have no fear Miss Sutton I have not forgotten that I owe you five more swats of your punishment.”

"Oh." She whimpered and gripped the edges of the chaise tightly, her body tensed for the next blow which he sounded all too happy to deliver.

She tried to anticipate each strike but he varied the timing deliberately so that she was almost relaxed before he struck her again. It made her scream louder but ultimately damaged her less - relaxed feet actually flex into things. When you walk flat footed across broken glass with even pressure, you're less likely to get a piece stuck in your foot than you are if you walked tiptoe. She sobbed bitterly after the final strike, her reprieve only lasted for as long as it took him to undo the binding on her feet.

“Miss Sutton lay on your back, hands above your head and your legs straight out.”

She rolled over and placed her arms straight up without thinking too much about it. The mere thought of him punishing her again was enough to make her comply about as fast as she could. She stared straight up with tear stained cheeks, her welted and blood blistered feet ached badly. Still she couldn't help but sniffle gently as he bound her hands and then her ankles again. Another tear rolled off and soaked into the fabric beneath her when he'd finished, her nude body utterly exposed to him again. Helpless again.

“Tell me Miss Sutton do you prefer rubies, or diamonds, or simple gold ornaments?”

"What?" She asked dumbly, not having expected such a question and she tore her eyes from the ceiling to look up at him.

His face alone suggested this was not a question she wanted to answer and she strongly suspected this was to do with the 'diamonds' he mentioned earlier when he talked about piercing her. That thought made all the blood drain right out of her face.

"Oh you're not going to!" She whined, her eyes pleading desperately with him as she shook her head, "I chose the caning! Haven't I had enough?"

Her heart started to race again as the anxiety built up in rapid fashion, "I didn't do anything wrong this time! I obeyed you!"

 

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“Tell me Miss Sutton do you prefer rubies, or diamonds, or simple gold ornaments?”

"What?" She asked dumbly, not having expected such a question and she tore her eyes from the ceiling to look up at him. Batard smiled down into her wide unbelieving eyes.

“Now you see diamonds sparkle Miss Sutton!”

Batard placed a diamond stud next to Claire’s left nipple its sharp point just grazing the redhead’s areola.

“See how it compliments your pale pink nipple My Dear.” His voice had a pleasing but mocking tone.

“Now you see the ruby is quite different. It is dark, more sensual, and definitely in marked contrast to your dusky pink areola.”

He had placed the ruby stud on her right breast, again the point just grazing her areola.

“Now for the simplicity of the simple but eloquent gold ornaments.”

Batard placed a simple cold ring in the shape of a crescent by her dimpled navel. It was clear to see if the serpent sharp points of the golden crescent were driven together they would pierce her tender flesh. They both knew it would not be Claire’s navel that would be pierced but her clit.

Batard changed his tact and scooped up both studs and the golden crescent.

“Perhaps later Miss Sutton.”

It only took moments for Batard to free Claire Sutton and to sweep her into his arms as if she were as if she were light as a feather. He carried her from his Play Room to his bed chamber. Jean laid her in his bed and the cool comfort of black silken sheets.

“Rest now Miss Sutton you will need your sleep…………”

Batard let his voice trail off. He had no fear of another attempted escape as Claire’s feet would not be taking her anywhere in a hurry just now. She could feel the bed sag, his body molding to hers, and his arm positive draped over her.

 

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She looked down on herself as he placed a shiny little barbell down on her breast, grazing her sensitive nipple and she had to fight the shiver that threatened to roll through her body. Then he repeated it with a different colour, letting it rest on her breast. Then he took up the gold one, a ring this time and Claire held her breath as he placed it...on her navel. No. She knew that's not where he really wanted to put it, he'd already told her that. He let them rest for a moment, the apprehension evident all over her face.

Thus, she was shocked when he collected them and told her it might occur later. She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding then and was surprised that he untied her. Then he lifted her as a groom might a bride, she held onto him, well aware that her feet likely wouldn't carry her yet. She'd hoped for rest but what she didn't hope for was to be taken to Jean's very own bedroom where she found out they'd be sharing the bed for her rest.

She dealt with his arm around her and twisted on her side to face away from him. She closed her eyes but sleep did not come easily with the pain pulsing through her feet, every time she moved them, it sent an electric pulse to her brain to remind her she was injured. So it seemed to take a long time to drift into what would be the most fitful nap she'd ever had.

It was the hunger pangs that woke her, she couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten properly - lunch time Friday? She wasn't sure how long she'd been in Jean's possession, a day? More? She sat up in the bed and swung her feet off the side, determined to go feed herself, she knew where the kitchen was and she'd be fucked if she'd ask Jean for anything. However, as her feet hit the floor and her weight pressed down, pain signals shot through her body and Claire promptly collapsed onto the floor with a gasp of surprise.

She sat on her bottom and pulled her left foot up to examine it then, concerned, but the skin wasn't broken, only extremely welted, bruised and swollen.

"Oh fuck." This was a problem, she couldn't walk.

"Just when you think it can't get any fucking worse." She mumbled and used the bed to pull herself up, resting her weight on the outer edges of her feet awkwardly until she could dump herself down on the bed again.

 

[cgraven]

Batard, always a light sleeper, felt Clair Sutton as she once more was slipping from his arms around her. Claire gingerly sat up in the bed and slowly swung her feet off the side, determined to go feed herself, she knew where the kitchen was and she'd be fucked if she'd ask Jean for anything, little did Claire know that was exactly what she would do. However, as her feet hit the floor and her weight pressed down on them, pain signals shot through her body and Claire promptly collapsed onto the floor with a gasp of surprise.

Foolish young beauty, Batard thought as the young redhead crumpled to the floor with a rather pronounced audible gasp slipped from her lips. She pulled her left foot up to examine it.

"Oh fuck." This was a problem, she couldn't walk.



"Just when you think it can't get any fucking worse." She mumbled and used the bed to pull herself up, resting her weight on the outer edges of her feet awkwardly until she could dump herself down on the bed again.

Batard propped himself up on his elbow, and smiled into Claire Sutton’s tear shimmering eyes. “Can I help you Miss Sutton?”

Batard cold eyes were darkly shadowed like a demon waiting to pounce on the innocent and to tempt them to the most devilish pleasures.

“I am famished…………. For you Miss Sutton…………..I wish to sample your sweet charms again.”

He knew that the young redhead was famished as well but not for him but for food.

“I think this time Miss Sutton I wish you be astride of me so I can watch you as I fuck you.”

Batard knew that the position he was demanding would mingle the pain of her tormented feet, and the pleasure that he was slowly addicting her traitorous young body to crave.

“After you please me with your ravishing young body Miss Sutton I think breakfast is in order……….. Oh, are you dieting, skipping breakfast to maintain your girlish figure?”

He had maneuvered Clair to beg for breakfast or to go without.

 

[monique_minx]

“Can I help you Miss Sutton?”

Claire groaned and muttered under her breath, "I was wrong, it can get worse."

He looked too fucking smug and happy and she let out a shaky exhale.

“I am famished…………. For you Miss Sutton…………..I wish to sample your sweet charms again.”

He got her hopes up and dashed them quickly, like a short little mindfuck, "Of course you do." She sighed softly.

“I think this time Miss Sutton I wish you be astride of me so I can watch you as I fuck you.”

She almost snorted, 'now he wants me to ride him like I'm gonna enjoy it or...' She stopped short of finishing the thought though because she remembered the last time he'd fucked her and she had, in fact, really enjoyed it. She'd enjoyed it to the tune of dozens of orgasms until she'd passed out in an overwhelm she'd never felt before. It made her feel so ashamed, she had been blocking that out so she didn't have to deal with the multitude of feelings and conflict it brought up.

“After you please me with your ravishing young body Miss Sutton I think breakfast is in order……….. Oh, are you dieting, skipping breakfast to maintain your girlish figure?”

"I'm not! I don't...diet." That was true, she'd never needed to diet, she had a rapid metabolism and a rather active lifestyle, "I haven't eaten since you...kidnapped me."

It felt brave to say that to him, she didn't know why, it was the truth after all. But the catch was hanging between them, wasn't it? 'Fucking for my breakfast...well if I didn't feel like a whore before, I'm a cheap one now.' She thought sullenly.

"I guess I starve if I don't do what you...ask." Ask wasn't really the right word, Jean never 'asked' her, he ordered her, "Won't be much good to you then, will I?"

She made the attempt to appeal to his logical half but it was pretty fruitless, she was hydrated and rested so she could essentially live for weeks without food. Maybe less at her activity levels but still a long time regardless. The only real draw was her own discomfort and perhaps her grumbling stomach. Like any other human, she'd rather eat than go hungry but debasing herself like he was telling her to just to eat was a lot to bear.

"People will be looking for me, you know?" She lifted her chin defiantly, she felt like a cliché she'd seen in too many movies though and the line never served the person who said it anyway.

 

[cgraven]

"I was wrong, it can get worse." Claire groaned and muttered under her breath. Jean was pleased that her situation was beginning to seek in.

“I am famished…………. For you Miss Sutton…………..I wish to sample your sweet charms again.”



He had gotten Clair’s hopes up and then dashed them quickly, like a short little mindfuck, "Of course you do." She sighed softly. It seemed that Miss Claire Sutton had never heard discretion was the better part of valor. Then Batard stated very clearly what he expected of the ravishing young redhead.

“I think this time Miss Sutton I wish you be astride of me so I can watch you as I fuck you.”

Batard watched the emotion flash in Claire’s clear expressive eyes as she almost snorted, 'now he wants me to ride him like I'm goanna enjoy it or...' She stopped short of finishing the thought though because to her everlasting shame she remembered the last time he'd fucked her and she had, in fact, really enjoyed it. She'd enjoyed it to the tune of dozens of orgasms until she'd passed out in an overwhelm she'd never felt before.

"I'm not! I don't...diet……………..I haven't eaten since you...kidnapped me……I guess I starve if I don't do what you...ask."

Ask wasn't really the right word, Jean never 'asked' her, he ordered her,

"Won't be much good to you then, will I?............People will be looking for me, you know?" She lifted her chin defiantly.

“True they may be looking for you, but Miss Sutton that does not mean they are going to find you now or in the near future. Yet if you wish to pin your hopes on your hoped for rescue…………”

The galling thing was that every thing he said was frighteningly true. Hell Claire didn’t even know where she was. Was she still in the same city, or state for that matter. All the young redhead knew was that she was here, isolated, and with him. She really had but two choices. One to continue to fight back, and take verbal jabs at Jean. Or she could give in and hope that he would be more lenient with her if Claire pleased him.

“So, what will it be Miss Sutton?”

There was no need to go into detail because they both knew the two course that lay ahead of Claire.

 

[monique_minx]

“True they may be looking for you, but Miss Sutton that does not mean they are going to find you now or in the near future. Yet if you wish to pin your hopes on your hoped for rescue…………”

Yeah, that's pretty much what Claire thought when she said it too but every shot was worth taking, right? Claire sighed deeply knowing she had two rather obvious choices before her and she wanted to pick neither of them. She could continue to argue and refuse and end up forced to anyway and in pain. Or she could submit to Jean and give him what he wanted. Neither choice was particularly appealing but she was trapped here and limited. She still felt it was a weakness to give in to him, that was a prideful thing, even if it was for her own survival and piece of mind.

“So, what will it be Miss Sutton?”

'God, I fucking hate him, that's not a fair question to ask me.' Even her brain sounded exasperated!

"I'll...god, I'll fucking ride you alright? I'm not that much of a masochist." She mumbled.

She was a pretty big masochist but Jean had pushed beyond limits to punish her so far and the results had surprised her on occasion - such as the needles. But she also didn't want him to further limit her movements as he had her feet and she thought she had a chance at potentially finding an exit to this nightmare if she gained some trust from him. At least, that's how she reasoned to herself.

"I should warn you, I fucking hate being on top." She rolled her eyes.

It was an honest statement though, she never felt comfortable atop a man - it was just awkward and it never hit the right spots for her. But she strongly suspected Jean was just trying to humiliate her.

'It's fucking working too.' She thought in an angry grumble.

 

[cgraven]

The warn look of desperation, the way her shoulder slumped, at last Claire Sutton was broken, at least for the moment. Her head dipped and her eyes were demurely down cast.



"I'll...god, I'll fucking ride you alright? I'm not that much of a masochist." She mumbled.



Jean Batard heard it from her own mouth what he suspected, she was a masochist. He had first suspected it when he used the needles on her areolas and nipples and how she seemed to press him to punish her. He smiled their time together should prove quite interesting and amusing.



"I should warn you, I fucking hate being on top." She rolled her eyes.



Even better than watching her as he fucked Claire was knowing she hated being on top. The blush that kissed Claire’s cheek and her angry little grumble as she said, half under her breath.



‘It's fucking working too.' She thought in an angry grumble.



His hands were around Claire Sutton’s trim little waist as he trust into her, her firm young breasts bouncing and jiggling from the force of that thrust. A little unspoken reminder that he expected, no demanded, that she be a very active young lover. As he began fucking Claire he knew that even using her knees and thighs her abused feet would cause her pain, all the better he thought, her masochist nature would enjoy it.



For the next two hours Claire Sutton suffered the humiliation of Fucking for her breakfast. Jean Batard fucked the young redhead for the next two hours demanding that she be a very active participant, that was if she wanted her breakfast, she would have to prove what a good and pleasing young girl she was.



Yet her humiliation did not end as he feed her toast and jam from his finger tips and held the cup so she could sip her morning coffee, as if she was a favored pet.



“Another shower Miss Sutton and perhaps something to wear………….I do look forward to you stripping for me and you bearing your naked beauty for my eyes alone.”

 

[cgraven]

The warn look of desperation, the way her shoulder slumped, at last Claire Sutton was broken, at least for the moment. Her head dipped and her eyes were demurely down cast.



"I'll...god, I'll fucking ride you alright? I'm not that much of a masochist." She mumbled.



Jean Batard heard it from her own mouth what he suspected, she was a masochist. He had first suspected it when he used the needles on her areolas and nipples and how she seemed to press him to punish her. He smiled their time together should prove quite interesting and amusing.



"I should warn you, I fucking hate being on top." She rolled her eyes.



Even better than watching her as he fucked Claire was knowing she hated being on top. The blush that kissed Claire’s cheek and her angry little grumble as she said, half under her breath.



‘It's fucking working too.' She thought in an angry grumble.



His hands were around Claire Sutton’s trim little waist as he trust into her, her firm young breasts bouncing and jiggling from the force of that thrust. A little unspoken reminder that he expected, no demanded, that she be a very active young lover. As he began fucking Claire he knew that even using her knees and thighs her abused feet would cause her pain, all the better he thought, her masochist nature would enjoy it.



For the next two hours Claire Sutton suffered the humiliation of Fucking for her breakfast. Jean Batard fucked the young redhead for the next two hours demanding that she be a very active participant, that was if she wanted her breakfast, she would have to prove what a good and pleasing young girl she was.



Yet her humiliation did not end as he feed her toast and jam from his finger tips and held the cup so she could sip her morning coffee, as if she was a favored pet.



“Another shower Miss Sutton and perhaps something to wear………….I do look forward to you stripping for me and you bearing your naked beauty for my eyes alone.”

 

[monique_minx]

Claire was neither allowed nor granted much time to prepare herself and she was barely wet when Jean lifted her onto his cock, her knees folded beneath her, straddling him. Her pussy began to lubricate of its own accord as she sunk onto his shaft and she did her best to avoid eye contact with him as he forced her to bounce atop him. Her breasts were still somewhat swollen and occasionally ached as they jiggled with her movements, she brushed against the soles of her feet now and then which emitted a sort of low burning sting. She was true to her word though, this was purely for his enjoyment and not hers. This was more humiliating than anything she could think she'd done up to that point in her life.

It felt like forever until he came inside of her and she was allowed to sit quietly on the bed, naked and contemplating while he went to fix breakfast. Still he wouldn't allow her to take anything of her own, not even to use her own hands. He fed her like a dog from his hand and even held the cup as she drank. It was demeaning in every imaginable way but Claire was starving, she just need to eat and replenish herself somewhat.

“Another shower Miss Sutton and perhaps something to wear………….I do look forward to you stripping for me and you bearing your naked beauty for my eyes alone.”

Claire stilled, she'd have preferred to be dressed of course and a shower sounded nice but...

"I can't walk, how do you expect me to stand in a shower? For that matter, what's the point of clothing if you just want me to remove it? And did you forget that you shredded my goddamn clothes?" She huffed.

She had been tightly wound trying to behave but she couldn't help but poke holes in everything he was saying. It was hard to maintain so much self control for such a long period of time. So hard to quell the anxiety and anger, the fear and the pain, the pleasure and subsequent humiliation that had caused her. So many feelings and sensations all at once, she was struggling and he'd not given her any peace, he was relentless.

 

[cgraven]

“Another shower Miss Sutton and perhaps something to wear………….I do look forward to you stripping for me and you bearing your naked beauty for my eyes alone.”

At the mention of a shower and clothing Claire’s eyes let for a moment to soon be replaced by a scowl.

"I can't walk, how do you expect me to stand in a shower? For that matter, what's the point of clothing if you just want me to remove it? And did you forget that you shredded my goddamn clothes?" She huffed.

Batard stroked his chin as if in deep thought. He turned his eyes up to meet hers, her cheeks still flushed from the humiliation of have to fuck hi while she was astride of him.

Quite true Miss Sutton a shower would seem to be out of the question………. So, we will have to settle for a bath! As for clothing, that can be arranged of course to my taste. If you choose not to dress then the sight of your gorgeous naked body will have me fucking you morning noon and night as well as between.”

Jean let the head strong Miss ponder what he said. He once more broke into her thoughts. “Do you prefer a hot, warm, or cool bath Miss Sutton?

Jean rolled from the bed and padded to a door. Moments later Claire heard the running of water. “Well Hot, Warm, or Cool? After your bath do you want clothing?”

 

[monique_minx]

"Quite true Miss Sutton a shower would seem to be out of the question………. So, we will have to settle for a bath! As for clothing, that can be arranged of course to my taste. If you choose not to dress then the sight of your gorgeous naked body will have me fucking you morning, noon and night as well as between.”

Claire visibly paled and shuddered when Jean spoke, she was nervous about his taste but the threat that followed shredded any ideas she had about disagreeing to put on whatever he chose. Anything was better than nothing, right?

“Do you prefer a hot, warm, or cool bath Miss Sutton?"

"Huh?" She was lost in her own thoughts and looked up in time to see him vanish from the room.

She heard the water running and he reappeared a few moments later, “Well Hot, Warm, or Cool? After your bath do you want clothing?”

"Oh um warm and yes, clothes after the bath then..." She mumbled.

It just felt like such a trap whenever he gave her a choice in anything. The cane certainly had been, he'd used it in a way she'd least expected. But then the alternatives hadn't been any better when he'd given her no choice either.

"Can I, um, also have a hair brush after the bath?" She asked him.

She'd washed her hair in the shower but now it was all tangled and unkempt, it bothered her. She wasn't overly vain but she did like to take care of herself. Although it was downright humiliating to ask Jean for things, she would certainly not fuck him for a hairbrush!

"Why do you call me that anyway? 'Miss Sutton'? It's so...oddly formal for such a...not formal situation." She blushed, it was a weird way to describe this little nightmare.

 

[cgraven]

"Huh?" Claire Sutton was lost in her own thoughts and looked up in time to see him vanish from the room. She had visibly paled and shuddered when Jean spoke, she was nervous about his taste but the threat that followed shredded any ideas she had about disagreeing to put on whatever he chose. Anything was better than nothing, right? These were the thoughts that had occupied her agile young mind.

Claire heard the water running and he reappeared a few moments later, “Well Hot, Warm, or Cool? After your bath do you want clothing?”

"Oh, um warm and yes, clothes after the bath then..." She mumbled.

Batard was pleased, little steps, little submissions, would lead to bigger steps and much bigger submissions. All in there good time and that is one thing that Batard had insured that there would be plenty of for him to mold young Miss Claire Sutton into the most obedient and submissive little sub for his pleasure.

"Can I, um, also have a hair brush after the bath?" She asked him.

“If you’re a good girl during your bath I am sure it can be arranged Miss Sutton.”

Batard lifted the naked young beauty from the bed as if she were as light as a feather. His slight to average build belied the strength he possessed as he carried the young redhead down a flight of stairs to her bath. Bath! it was more like a pool set in a natural grotto. The water was warm as he carried her till he was a little over waist deep. He sat on a stone step the water not quite up to his chest.

“I knew you could not stand Miss Sutton.”

He drew the young girl onto his lap, his semi hard cock nestled to the cheeks of Clair’s firm young ass. He lathered and natural sponge and began to wash her back. The circles he made with the sponge was soon covering the young redhead’s whole back and was soon brushing the sensual swell of her firm breasts. Much to Claire humiliation he was soon running the sponge over her breasts and nipples.

“You’re a very attractive young lady Miss Sutton. Tell me did you long to be a man’s BDSM bitch like you wrote online?”

The sponge was now sensually lathering Claire’s breasts and nipples. His free hand guided left hand to her pussy and guided it to her sweet little pink slit.

“Please yourself Miss Sutton.”

Yes the bath was a trap just as she had feared. The question now would she rise to the bait and rebell or would Claire swallow her pride and submit to his will? After all she could avoid another vicious punishment if she did submit to his will. Batard waited to see what choice Claire would make.