Chapter 12: A Few Rules


    Chapter 12: A Few Rules


    Having owned girls before, Reggie already had a fair idea of the nature of these two. The older woman


    would resist but in the end she would give in easily; her resistance being more for show than anything


    else. She would quicklye to understand the nature of her very and ept it.


    The younger one, on the other hand, would be a problem. Not a long term problem, for there was no


    woman who could not broken and tamed, but a real handful in the short term. She would resist and


    mean it. It would take much carefully applied pain and training to make her into an obedient ve girl.


    Reggie almost licked his lips at the thought of the weeks and months of training and punishment he


    would have to inflict upon this young and beautiful woman.


    “A few rules first,” he began as he picked up his brandy and then sat in a padded leather chair. “You do


    not talk unless spoken to. You do not attempt any kind of escape. Attempts will be punished severely.


    As will any attempts to harm any member of my staff or myself. You will obey any order instantly and


    completely.”


    He finished off his brandy and stood. In two steps he was directly in front of Darlene, his face only a


    few inches from hers. The rigid nipples almost touched his silk shirt. “Understand this: you are now my


    property. I own you. I may do anything I wish to you. Your previous life is over. You will not see any


    friends or rtives ever again. Is this clear?”


    He stared hard into Darlene’s eyes. She could not meet his stare and turned her eyes down. Then he


    stepped over to Melinda. “You understand this?” he asked her directly.


    Her eyes did not avert themselves, but instead red back with a fire she made no effort to disguise.


    “You can go to hell!” she said through clenched teeth.


    Reggieughed in her face. Not a loud guffaw, but quiet chuckle that clearly said he understood her


    feelings and was not worried in the slightest about them.


    “That may be… Someday. But for now, I am your Master. The sooner you ept that, the sooner the


    pain will cease.” He patted the bare breast that he had pped before, almost affectionately now. “By


    the way, any time either of you address me, you will call me ‘Master.’ Is that clear?”


    It was not hard to see the fear in Darlene’s eyes. Fear, along with a certain touch of hopelessness. She


    whispered, “Yes, Master.”


    Melinda said nothing.


    Reggie smiled.


    One of the helpers came into the room, somehow summoned by Reggie or perhaps told toe by Sir


    Sedgewick.


    “Take these two back to the dungeon,” Reggie told him. “Make this one secure butfortable,” he


    said, pointing to Darlene. “That one, make ufortable. Oh, you can leave those arm binders on


    them. They’ll be hurting by morning but it could be a lot worse. You two hear that? You’re being treated


    kindly. I could have you strung up by your thumbs for the night!”


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    He chuckled again, either at the idea of the two of them hanging by their thumbs or at the look on their


    faces as they envisioned what that might be like.


    They found that descending the stairs in those high heels was in some ways worse than climbing up.


    With no hands to touch the walls or help with the bnce, both of them were ultra cautious with each


    step. Fortunately, the man escorting them did not hurry them. But then, it might not have been courtesy


    but a desire to look at those very nice breasts and shapely legs for as long as possible. Either way,


    they reached the bottom safely and were shown back to the same two cells as before. Darlene was


    ced in hers first with only the addition of that chain around her neck secured with a padlock. She sat


    on her small bed and watched as her daughter was made ufortable for the night.


    It was a simply arrangement for the young woman. Melinda was made to stand in Darlene’s cell while


    the man fetched a chair that he put in the second cell. Just as Melinda was thinking maybe she would


    be tied to the chair, he unlocked the chain that had linked her neck to the ring on the wall, and then


    locked into a ring set into the ceiling in the center of the cell. He stood on the chair to reach that ring,


    and then removed the chair from the cell. “Comes on in here,” he told Melinda. “And stand right there,


    love.”


    When Melinda did not obey, he simply grabbed a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and


    squeezed. She yelped, but followed as he tugged on her nipple into her cell. There he wrapped the end


    of the hanging chain around her neck and locked in snugly in ce.


    Closing the cell doors and locking them, he bid thedies goodnight and was gone. Melinda looked as


    if she was about to cry. Her lower lip was trembling. “Mom, this is terrible. They’re going to make me


    stand up all night! How can I get any sleep that way?”


    Darlene shook her head. Even with her arms secured behind her in that single glove, she couldy her


    body down and would be able to sleep – probably, if her arms did not get to hurting too much. But


    Melinda could take only a small step in any direction and could not even squat down.


    “From what they said, we’ll be taken somece tomorrow. Maybe you’ll be able to sleep on the


    journey.”


    “Oh, that’s wonderful!” eximed Melinda, angrily. “These bastards will probably make us walk to that


    lodge or whatever it is.” For a minute she was silent as she gave a test pull on the chain. It was quite


    solidly secured. She would have stomped her feet in exasperation had she not been wearing those


    ridiculously tall high heels.


    Finally, in a much weaker voice, she said, “Dad will be able to find us, won’t he?”


    “I don’t know, dear. But I’m sure he’s looking. So are the police. We’ve been missed by now and our car


    has been found.” She sighed. “Meantime, please y along with them. Don’t fight them. You’ll only get


    hurt.”


    “I can’t just let them… Whatever it is they’re going to do to us. That Reggie guy talked like he is going


    to hurt us. That’s the way some men are, aren’t they? Some men like to hurt women?”


    Darlene sighed again. Melinda was, of course, correct. Even Darlene’s husband, a wonderful man and


    good husband, asionally like to spank her bottom until she was crying. But then they would have


    sex and it would be better than normal.


    “Just don’t do anything stupid, dear,” Darlene continued. “Don’t give him an excuse to hurt you.”


    “I don’t think he needs an excuse,” she said sadly.


    It was a long night for both of them.