Chapter 26: A Cruel Strappado


    Chapter 26: A Cruel Strappado


    Both the girls were surprised to feel rather refreshed when the light burst into their slumber. They were


    unstrapped and marched to the shower room where they found the bowls filled with oatmeal. The knelt


    and ate. It was good to eat, even if rather unappetizing cold oatmeal. When they finished with the food


    and water, the one thought on their minds was what would happen to them that day. More torture?


    Long, lonely hours spent in restraints? Maybe they would simply be locked in small jail-like cells and


    left all day until their Master wished to have sex again.


    Melinda, for her part, was of mixed feelings. She hated the harsh treatment they were forced to endure,


    especially having her arms taped behind her back for so long. They were starting into the third day of


    that form of restraint and had to wonder just how long their Master would leave them like that. In a


    strange way, Melinda was bing used to her arms being denied her. She would never admit it, but


    she found this way of being restrained morefortable than most of what had been done to them in


    the holding house before they were shipped to Ennd.


    Darlene, on the other hand, was finding it difficult to cope with her taped arms. Her shoulders ached,


    and there were times when she lost feeling in her fingers or even the whole hand.


    During the cold water shower, she endured the cold water to stand next to Melinda and talk. “I’m sorry


    about what he did to you,” she said.


    Melinda snorted. “He was a bastard!” she proimed.


    Darlene carefully worded her next question. “Was it… pleasant?”


    Melinda stared at Darlene as the water began changing from cold to hot. “It was terrible! It hurt me. I


    did not want it to happen.” For a while she said nothing more. The grimace of hatred slowly faded from


    her face as the warm water beat down on her. With a sad little smile, she whispered, “But it was good.”


    The older woman did not hear that part. She was lost in her own thoughts, a mixture of sadness tinged


    with envy. When their Master had mounted Melinda, she could not avoid seeing his strong, hard male


    body. She remembered the feel of a hard male body against her body when she was younger. She


    could not remove her eyes from that male rod sticking out before him as he approached Melinda. Her


    mind did not want to, but all she could think of was what that rod would feel like inside her vagina. She


    loved her husband, but he was ten years older than her and had declined from the handsome, virile


    male she fell in love with and married. Now his businesses took more of his attention than his still sexy


    wife. Lovemaking was still good but… Well, it did not happen nearly as much as she would like. A


    terrible ache had filled her body the prior night as she hung by her feet.


    They were both ves, property of Master Reggie, she thought. Would she be thrown on his bed and


    screwed as Melinda had been? Or would their Master only torment and frustrate her?


    The shower ended and the warm air began blowing over their dripping bodies, and soon afterwards the


    door opened and Angus ordered them to march. The destination this time was that room where he had


    dressed them with the high shoes they still wore. As they walked into the room, Darlene asked –


    without thinking – “Won’t the water ruin these shoes?”


    “They’re treated to be waterproof. The Master likes his girls wearing high heels all the time.”


    “All the time? But these are notfortable. No woman wears high heels all the time. My feet are


    aching from being forced into that arch sincest night. Please, can’t we have them off? For a while, at


    least?”


    “Sweetie, you’re new here. But remember the rules you were told? No speaking unless spoken to? If


    Susan were here, you would be punished for that.”


    Darlene turned her eyes down to the floor. “Sorry… Sir.”


    “I’m not as sadistic as Susan. Or the Master, for that matter. But don’t push it.” He was positioning


    Melinda into a corner of the room as he spoke. There was a ring set into the wall and a chain hanging


    down from it with an open padlock hanging through thest link. He took the chain, removed the


    padlock, and then looped the end around Melinda’s neck. When he clicked the padlock shut, the chain


    was snug and totally impossible to remove over her head even if she had hands free.


    He set a coil of rope on the dresser next to her and then turned her around so she faced the wall. With


    a pocketknife, he began working at the end of the tape on her arms. Melinda’s heart sped up. The tape


    wasing off! It would be glorious to see her arms again!


    With much tugging and some cutting, her pulled the tape off, slowly uncovering the white, glove-d


    arms underneath. When thest of the tape was removed, Melinda went to bring her arms around in


    front of her but immediately cried out in pain. Her shoulders hurt. She had to let her arms slowly lower


    to her sides. They tingled and felt strange, but mostly the muscles were stiff from the enforced position.


    There were tears in her eyes when she could finally lift her hands up to where she could see them.


    Surprisingly gently, Angus peeled off the white cotton gloves. “Your arms will be okay,” he told her. “I’ve


    seen ves wear the tape for a week and have no problems.”


    Melinda was grateful and angry at the same time. She enjoyed the freedom of having hands again, but


    looked at the rope and knew it would be a very short-lived freedom.


    It was. Angus gave her only a minute to enjoy it, and then he was pulling her arms behind her back.


    “Oh, please don’t tie me!” she begged. “I’m chained by the neck. I can’t escape.”


    Her pleas were ignored and the rope was soon looping around her wrists. When they were tightly


    bound together, palm facing palm, the rope was extended upward and began looping around her arms


    just above the elbows. He pulled them together and wrapped the rope tightly, then cinched it down and


    knotted it firmly with three knots. Melinda was one of the fortunate women who was very flexible and


    could easily be bound with elbows touching. When her arms were bound behind her, he unlocked the


    chain and bid her sit down. “And stay there,ss,” he admonished.


    Darlene was then chained to the wall and her tape removed. When her arms lowered, she was crying.


    The joints and muscles were so stiff as to not really want to work properly. The pain eased up as she


    forced them to move, but for her it was an unpleasant experience. He gave her a lot longer to restore


    her arms to use, but then gathered them behind her and bound them as he had Melinda. Darlene was


    not quite as flexible, but her elbows came together easily enough.


    As he bound Darlene, he also kept an eye on Melinda. He could see her looking at the open door and


    could almost read her mind. A swift kick in the balls, and she would be running for the exit, bound arms


    and all. So he never gave her a chance to deliver that kick.


    With both of them again with their arms bound behind their backs, Angus was ready to fix them for the


    day. There were three torture chambers in the dungeon under Harcourt Lodge. Each was referred to by


    the color the walls were painted: the Blue Room, the Red Room and the ck Room. Each was


    equipped for a different type of punishment for property. The Blue Room had a set of stocks and a


    pillory, in addition to two wooden posts set in the concrete floor and attached firmly to the ceiling. There


    were also numerous rings set into the ceiling and walls, even a few in the floor. It would take an


    ountant all day topute the number of possible positions a woman might be bound into.


    It was to that Blue Room that Angus led them. Melinda looked at the stocks and tried to back out.


    Angus’ strong hand on her arm kept her in ce.


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    “You,” he said, pointing to Darlene, “go and stand in that corner.” Melinda he pushed into the room and


    up to one of the posts. Darlene meekly went to the corner and stood there, eyes cast down and head


    bowed. Melinda was still looking for a way to get a good kick in so she could run. Pushing her face first


    into the post, Angus threaded a length of rope between her forearms and looped it around the rope on


    her wrists. He knotted it and stood back. Melinda turned her head to re at him but did not move back


    from the post.


    There were several buttons on the wall by the door. Pressing one of them, Angus caused a ring at the


    end of a wire cable to lower from the ceiling right behind Melinda. He let go of the button when the ring


    was even with her elbows. He tied the rope from her wrists to that ring and then went back to the


    buttons. Pressing another, he caused the cable to begin retreating into the small hole in the ceiling.


    When the rope became taut, Melinda’s hands began to rise. As they did, her arms came up until they


    were parallel to the floor. Then higher. She had to step back from the post and bend forward as her


    hands continued their journey towards the ceiling. Eventually her arms were forced into being straight


    up. Melinda’s body straightened as her arms were pulled upward. Angus released the button only when


    it appeared that the girl was about to be lifted off the floor.


    Every muscle in her body was under great strain. Had she not already been forced up onto her toes by


    the high heels, she would have had to stand on them. Her face reflected that strain. Her fingers wiggled


    in an attempt to reach back to the ropes digging into her wrists. She twisted around to face Angus with


    an unspoken plea on her lips. He knew that she was about to ask him if he really intended to leave her


    in this extremely ufortable position. He saved her the trouble of asking by telling her, “Yes,ssie,


    you’ll stay like this all morning. If I hear any yelling down here, you’ll stay there until dinner.”


    Melinda wanted badly to curse this man but only whined instead.


    Darlene was next. She was ced face against the other post and her hands bound to another ring


    that descended from the ceiling only to return and lift her arms up behind her. Angus did not leave her


    in quite as strained position as he had Melinda, but it was still quite ufortable. She looked up at


    him with a pitiful expression on her face but it did nothing to soften his heart. He was a keeper of these


    girls and would do his job without bing emotionally involved. At least, not to the extent of feeling


    sorry for either of them.


    He closed the door, and a momentter the light went out.