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Chap. 1.





The canoe trip



Renee was nearing the end of a five-hour drive on this hot long weekend of
august. As she approached the University, where her daughter Megan would be
enrolled in the fall, she recalled how the teenage girl, a science whiz,
wanted to come up here in the north because the University offered a good
course in Environmental Science and was close to the outdoors that she
loved. For the time being she had a summer job at a nature day camp down the
lake from the University where she was staying in residence.

Nearing the residence Renee wondered how much Megan had changed since
leaving home one month ago. She soon got her answer, for Megan, who had been
sitting on the steps of the building anxiously waiting, rushed towards the
car upon recognizing her mother. Strange how a month can change one's
perspective. Renee still had a c***d in mind. Instead, what she saw coming
towards her was a lovely tall young woman with long blonde hair dressed in
skimpy cut off jean shorts and an halter-top that came just below the
breasts leaving a bare midriff . She hurriedly got out of the car and the
two women hugged and kissed fervently. They had become very close since the
father had died eight months ago and had missed each other a lot this last
month.

"I'm so glad to see you darling," Renee said sincerely.

"Same here mom. I missed you very much."

"How do you like it here hon?"

"Very much. I love the job. We do all kinds of things outdoors; nature
hikes, canoe trips, barbecues, lectures. It's really great. And the boys are
really cool, wow."

Renee realized that she was at an age when sex and boys were a fixation.
However, not daring to ask, she hoped her daughter of s*******n was still a
virgin.

Taking the suitcase out of the car they went up to the room chatting all the
time about what had happened during the month. Megan was alone in a double
room and Renee would sleep on the other bed tonight.

"Is it ever warm in this room Megan, Renee commented.

"No air mom. Don't forget it must be 35 º C outside."

They drank a glass from a fine bottle of wine she brought to celebrate the
occasion.

After talking for about an hour they decided to go out for diner.

"I hope you don't come in that skimpy little outfit Megan, you hardly have
anything on," chided the mother.

"Oh mother you're such a puritan. Everybody dresses like this around here in
the summer; they are a great turn on for the boys. But don't worry I'll wear
something decent."

Returning from a long diner with plenty of wine and talk much of it about
sex- Megan had asked many personal, embarrassing questions that her mother
hardly knew how to answer- they lay on the beds talking about the trip.

"Can we have another glass of wine mom?"

"Ok baby just this time to celebrate our get together but you can't drink
too much. Remember you are not even eighteen yet."

"Pretty soon though mom."

There was no air conditioning and it was very hot. Soon they removed their
dresses and were lying there in panties and bras sipping on the wine and
talking about the next day..

The plan was to go down a river located a few kilometres south of the city
to its mouth on one of the Great Lakes. It was to be a short three-day
excursion since they both had to return to work after the long week- end.
Renee would take Tuesday off to return home. She had brought all the
necessary camping gear while Megan had made arrangements to rent the canoe.

"What are you going to wear mother."

"I didn't bring a lot. It's going to be hot the next few days. I have warm
slacks a couple of shirts a sweater a windbreaker and an old pair of jeans.

"What no shorts."

"I forgot them."

Well in this hot weather you will need something. How about I cut up those
old jeans? You won't need them.

"I don't know dear. I'm afraid you might cut them too short."

"Nonsense mother, don't be such a prude. I don't want to hear another word
give them to me."

"Ok boss."

While she worked on the jeans Renee got up to wash at a sink in one corner
of the room. Megan had never seen her mother so close and with so little on
for this long before. At her age she was very curious about other woman's
bodies so she slyly sneaked a peak while her mother was washing. She was
proud of what she saw. She saw a woman in dainty seductive underwear about
5'9" inches with a firm muscular body in tip top form. Renee had been
working out for years and although she couldn't be called an amazon, she was
close. From the back her biceps, triceps, deltoid, back and gluteus muscles
were well defined. Megan watched fascinated as she removed her bra to wash.
A few years back she had found her breasts sagging and rather flat, defects
that were rectified by a breast enhancement performed by a competent doctor.
Renee was quite proud of the results. They were rounder and larger than
before with large brown areolas and big nipples. The job was so well done
that nobody could tell them from the real thing. Even while standing in her
bare feet, her legs were solid, sinewy and long. Her calf muscles were tight
and bulging. Megan said to herself that her mother was a knockout.

When she turned to look at her lovely daughter, her face shone with great
beauty: excellent symmetrical features, big blue eyes, high cheek bones, a
thin long nose, large pouting lips, and long flowing blonde hair. She could
pass for the Egyptian queen Nefertiti.

Still glad only in her bikini panties, she walked over to Megan who was
finishing the alteration.

"Aren't they a little short?" she inquired.

"Please mom let me finish."

She sat on the bed waiting. The wine was turning her head and she knew it
would have the same effect on Megan. She looked at her c***d's blossoming
body from a peculiar new viewpoint

"Ok try these on now mom."

Renee pulled the shorts up her legs and over her hips to button them at the
waist.

"Cool," cried Megan.

"Oh shit," answered Renee.

They were cut so short that one could see quite a bit of the lower cheeks
above the ass crease. When she looked between her legs at the crotch there
was so little material left that it barely covered her crack

"These are practically thongs. I can't wear them. As far as I'm concerned
they are ruined. I'll look like a slut in these.

"Well maybe I did cut them a little short mom but they really make you look
sexy. Look in the mirror how divine you look."

Renee slightly inebriated paraded around to the applause of her daughter.

"Mom I'm jealous."

" Don't forget I don't have your age baby."

"You look so appealing to me mom."

"Maybe. But don't expect me to wear them tomorrow."

"We'll see. They were old anyway but we'll take them along in case."

Both slightly giddy women were now a little troubled by a strange erotic
sensation brought about by their nakedness, the naughtiness of the jeans,
the wine and the genuine natural attraction they had for each other.

"Its getting late Megan .I'm pooped, long day. Tomorrow we have to get up
early."

"Right mom that's ok with me."

Megan gave her mother a hug feeling the warm soft naked tits pressing
against her own. They held each longer than ever before, comfortable in each
other's arms. Before separating Renee did not give her a peck on the cheek
as usual but a long sensual kiss right on the mouth to which Megan responded
with warmth as she moved her lips provocatively over her mother's.

Flushed, Renee suggested that it was time to go to sleep now. They went to
their own bed and closed the light.

"Goodnight mom."

"Goodnight dear."

The next morning they got up at 6 o'clock, dressed, packed the car, went to
a restaurant for a hardy breakfast before going to the supermarket to buy
the perishable food and the ice for the cooler. It was already 25 º C and
very humid. The black slacks were definitely too warm thought Renee.

While driving the half hour ride to the marina, Renee could not help
glancing at Megan who was seated sideways her back to the door and her right
leg up on the dash. In that position her crotch was wide open showing the
red panties underneath the narrow jean material between her legs. She also
had on a spaghetti strap tank top that had been cut just under the boobs
revealing a hard bare midriff. Judging by the outline of her nipples it was
evident that she had no bra.

Further down the highway Renee on a whim turned onto a little used side
road, got out and asked Megan where she had put the cut-off shorts. Megan
found them and handed them to her. Outside the air-conditioned car the dark
slacks were unbearably hot. She took them off and put on the shorts. At the
same time she unbuttoned the shirt removed her bra and tied the shirt tails
together at the waist exposing the deep cleavage between the bulging globes
of her tits.

"What do you think of your old mom now baby."

"You look great, real sexy," and on that note they got back in the car
laughing and enjoying each other's company

Shortly after they arrived at the marina, rented the canoe and started
putting the gear in. The sight of these two goddesses dressed so
provocatively turned on the men, especially three fishermen who kept
whistling and making sly remarks. Eventually they were ready and they moved
off.

Pushed by the current, the two expert paddlers moved the canoe effortlessly
down the river. After about five hours, with a short pit stop on shore for
lunch, they arrived at a provincial campground where other canoeists where
camping. The only episode of note was a brief encounter with the same three
fishermen who followed them for awhile coming very close at one point.
However, nothing happened and the girls were happy to see them go.

They set up camp before putting on their thong bikinis to catch some rays.
Then they played in the water like two k**s. Megan was able to remove her
mother's bottoms while evading her grip, but she wasn't fast enough or
strong enough for her mother who caught up to her and tore off both her top
and bottom. They wrestled in the shallow water to the delight of the male
campers who were watching discretely from a distance. After supper they sat
out with some other campers enjoying the rest of the diner wine. After dark
they sat quietly gazing at the starry sky and taking in the low mysterious
sounds of the night. Finally around 20h00 hours they lit a small lamp and
entered the tent. It was one of those rare summer nights when the
temperature was nice and warm, so they lay on the sleeping bags that they
left open for the moment.

In such an intimate environment, Megan always fascinated by sex and desirous
to learn more, asked numerous questions of her mother who responded
patiently. She wanted to know things like how often, how, where and in what
circumstances Renee had sex with her father. Renee did her best to answer
not wanting to alienate Megan whose questions were genuine. After all it was
her responsibility to educate her daughter. Nevertheless, to her surprise
she found that as she continued answering, her descriptions became more and
more explicit. She was taking pleasure in remembering the sex she had with
her husband. Moreover she detected that she was actually getting excite, a
little wet even.

As the conversation evolved they had slowly slid closer together as if the
nature of the confidential questions and answers needed to be whispered. In
the end they were lying on the same sleeping bag, their feet and legs
touching. Megan found her mother's scent and touch very comforting

Renee could tell that Megan was also getting aroused because her breathing
became more and more laboured and her voice turned throaty. Easy, woman,
easy, take care, watch it, she said to herself.

"You know Megan we are going a bit too far at times I think." she sighed.

"Mother I'm old enough to ask don't you know."

"Certainly, but I think we'd better go to sleep pretty soon. It's been a
long day. I'm tired."

"One last question mom, ok?"

"Well ok but only one."

"Did he ever spank you."

Renee was taken aback, had she heard correctly.

"I read that in some cases spanking can make sex better."

"That may be true dear but I assure you nothing like that ever happened with
your father," she lied."

"Now give me a kiss and let's go to sleep."

Tonight it was only a peck.

Renee lay back on her air mattress thinking back to the last years of her
marriage. Both she and her husband had found that their love life needed an
uplift. He had read that some women and most men were turned on by a
spanking and he suggested that to her.

"Don't answer right away dear. Go on the net and find out for yourself." he
asked her.

Renee who had once in a while enjoyed the porn on the internet really did a
lot of research. She wondered if all the stories had a grain of truth. But
when she went to more serious sites, she discovered that in many cases it
was true. Some women actually had orgasm while being spanked

One night while watching television together she got horny and blurted out,"
OK."

"Ok what dear" he asked.

"Ok for, for.the sp.the span.the spanking."

"Are you serious. You're joking right?"

"Don't make this harder than it is. I said, yes, why not. I read were it
works in many cases."

So by trial and error they had slowly progressed through spanking and later
to some light bondage. And true enough their sex life was enhanced. However,
she was not going to reveal that to her daughter at this time, perhaps later
if the occasion arose.

Reminiscing on that now Renee, who had had no sex for two years; the time
while her husband was dying of cancer and since then, got very, very horny.
Her hand moved involuntarily to her pussy and she started to masturbate.
Losing all sense of control she rubbed her clit faster and faster. From her
vagina came abundant juices that made a squishing sound as she massaged her
genitalia. Suddenly she erupted into a releasing orgasm. The moans and
grunts lasted quite a while and while she lay panting, she wondered if Megan
had heard. She had. The young woman had heard everything and was so aroused
she could hardly wait to bring herself off. But, she waited till her mother
was asleep before masturbating herself to a wondrous prolonged orgasm, after
which she immediately fell asleep.

The next morning Renee, sprawled nude on her mattress, awoke late to the
myriad sounds of the birds while basking in the warmth of a growing
happiness. True, she still missed her husband, she craved for more sex in
life but she had a lot to be thankful for; a lucrative career as a partner
in a law firm, an inheritance from her husband that left her independently
well-off, her excellent health and fine physique and most of all a beautiful
intelligent daughter whom she loved. Life at this moment was wonderful. She
was beginning to forget the past pain, hell, who knows she might even find
another man someday.

Megan slowly yawned, stretched, opened her eyes and looked lovingly at her
mother

"Hi, did you have a good sleep mom?"

"Haven't slept so deeply in a long time," came the replied. "I'm content for
the first time in months darling."

Megan slithered over and snuggled in her mother's arms.

They kissed again.

"Is it wrong to love you're mother so much."

"I don't know about a daughter's love Megan, but I do know that love is the
most important reason for living; yet we don't express it often or enough.
This is the first time we have been separated for so long. We both feel a
void. I know I missed you a great deal and I love you. My life seemed so
empty during the last mouth. We were both lonely I think. Maybe after a
great loss we need each other badly right now. The heart has reasons that
the head does not understand sometimes. This is one kind of love dear, there
will be other kinds in our life. Let's enjoy it now. They held one another
forgetting everything else for the moment.

"I'm hungry mom, how about you?"

"Let's have some breakfast baby."

After breakfast they decided to visit an abandoned fishing village at the
mouth of the river. While paddling towards the ruins Renee spotted the three
fishermen in the distance again, but that was it. She was not even sure they
had seen her. The village was very interesting. There was even a small
museum kept by an old time resident who still lived there. Back in the canoe
the water was calm and they headed for some small isolated islands offshore.
Stopping in a small protected cove, they decided to have a swim. Because
nobody was around they went in naked.

Suddenly as they were swimming a few meters offshore, from out of nowhere it
seemed, a boat came up fast cutting them off. It was the three fishermen.

"Well what have we here gentlemen two lovely slut mermaids skinny-dipping.
We finally got ya you cock teasers."

The women tried to swim around but the boat was faster and they were kept
away from shore.

"You'se gals have two choices, get in the boat peacefully or drown.

Renee whispered to Megan," You go that way and I'll go this way.'

The strategy was a mistake, the boat went after Megan who was dragged on
board. While she was hog-tied by two men the man at the motor drove the boat
right at Renee bumping her. She was disabled enough to permit the men to
drag her on board but she fought so hard they had a hard time holding her
down. Finally one of them punched her hard in the stomach causing her to
double up out of wind. While she was catching her breath they hog-tied her
also.

"You bastards. What do you want? Let us go right now," she screamed as she
started calling for help.

"Shut up you whore or I'll make you really regret it," one said as he
removed his belt and started whipping her arms buttocks and legs.

"Not too much. Don't beat the shit out of her. She needs to be in good shape
for us to get our money."

After a few more smacks with the belt, she cried out," Please stop, I won't
struggle."

Megan lying face down in the bottom of the boat was totally cowed.

"We'll take the canoe with us, tip it over out in the deep water. They'll
think that the two bitches drowned. Don't forget the clothes, we don't want
to leave any evidence. With the blindfolded woman out of sight below the
gunnels the boat sped off to the deep water where they turned over the canoe
letting it float upside down. Then they continued until they came to a yacht
waiting a few kilometres off shore.

The helpless females were untied, handcuffed and transferred aboard the
yacht. They were taken below, stretched out on a bed, one's right and the
other's left arm secured to bedpost on each side and left alone. Lying on
their backs side by side they held hands and waited anxiously.

"What's going to happen mom," whispered Megan haltingly, her voice trembling
with fear."

"I don't know Megan, but this is no joke. Whatever it is, I don't think it
will be pleasant."

"Did he hurt you very much mom?"

"Not that bad dear."

Megan's body was shaking as she started to sob.

"I know this sounds trite Megan, but you must be brave. Fight the fear,
don't give in. Don't think for one moment that I don't feel the same way as
you. We still have each other and I hope things will stay that way. Let's
take comfort from that. We can give each other the strength to survive no
matter what comes up. As best she could, Renee began caressing Megan's lower
body in an effort to sooth the young woman's anxiety. The enormous stress
exhausted them and surprisingly they dozed off. When they were awakened
later by the gruff voice of a man they were lying back to back their bodies
touching, their legs entwined feeling the security and warmth of the other's
presence.

"You first, " he said to Renee. He handcuffed her wrist, hobbled her legs
with a short chain and ankle cuffs before releasing the arm secured to the
to the post.

"Get up and follow me."

Impeded by the hobble, her body stiff and sore she walked haltingly behind
him with her arms handcuffed in back.

"First you go in there and piss baby. I don't want you soiling the bed."

After she finished she felt better but humiliated and dirty because with her
hands tied she couldn't wipe herself.

"Come over here and sit that nice big ass down so I can feed you."

He fed her yoghurt and ice tea one spoonful, one sip at a time, deliberately
spilling some over her chin down her chest making her feel like a baby. She
wanted to scream at him try to resist but why, where would she go. She would
only succeed in getting another beating.

"My, my we are a messy eater, he scolded taking a long time to wipe her
clean.

"Back to bed now baby, wish I was in there with you."

He repeated the same procedure with Megan, except he took even longer wiping
her after she urinated.

Back in bed they told each how terribly humiliating and obscene that
experience had been. In private each wondered what horrible things lay
ahead.

A few hours later, after dark, the yacht docked. The women were again
blindfolded, hobbled and handcuffed behind their back. Led by the arm, they
stumbled off the dock down a path before entering a long tunnel leading to a
place that would change their lives forever.





Chap. 2.



The Quelling



They walked, it seemed, forever. Renee felt the rough texture of the floor
change to a smooth warmer surface She also felt the air getting less damp
and warmer. They stopped at last. One at a time, the blindfolds were removed
and a heavy stiff leather collar lined with soft cowhide was wrapped around
their neck and locked at the back. It had three "O" rings, one at the front
and two on the sides, hanging from stylized "D" rings. The collars were
designed to keep the head up. They had struggled while this was being done
but against two powerful men they had no chance. Then a chain suspended from
the ceiling was attached to one of the "O" rings and raised so that their
feet barely touched the ground rendering them helpless and uncomfortable.
Their hands remained cuffed behind their back. Finally they were fitted with
ankle and wrist cuffs.

Looking around them they saw a rather large room with stone walls, a high
ceiling with massive wooden beams and a grey stone floor. All around were
odd pieces of furniture. She recognized what seemed to be a pillory and a
padded sawhorse. Near one wall was an upright 4" x 4" beam about 8' long
tilted at an angle backwards. It was anchored to a heavy wooden stand. It
had a vertical plank padded at one end inserted through a long slit about
midway up. Attached to it top and bottom were a number of "O" rings. Another
upright beam also secured to a stand but with "O" rings only at the top was
standing next to it. Leaning against one wall was a padded St. Andrews
cross. There were other pieces of furniture lying about whose utility could
only be guessed. On the walls hung all kinds of floggers, whips, leather
straps and other strange looking objects. All this send chills up Renee's
spine, for she realized that they were in a torture chamber.

In came a middle age good -looking woman wearing a black see through body
suit that came under her arms over which she wore a thong red bikini and
strapless bra.

On her feet she wore a pair of heavy black platform shoes. Her hair was cut
short like a man's. and her face also resembled the masculine square look.
Tall and large, she had a strong commanding air about her. She came right up
to Renee and looking her in the eye said, "Welcome my dear to Borden castle.
I hope you're stay will be long and profitable. My name is Madama, but you
can call me either Madama or mistress. Anything else and you will pay.

"Hey you I don't care who you are, but if you're responsible for keeping us
here, you are in big trouble, k**napping is a serious offence. I would
advise you to release us immediately or it's you who will pay." answered
Renee in an authoritarian tone.

" My dear girl, from where I stand, the only one who looks in big trouble is
you. You 're not in a courtroom here. In here I am in charge, you will learn
that, you high and mighty bitch." responded the hostess.

"Listen Mistress, Madama or whatever, let's be reasonable. I have some
money; we can negotiate. If you let us go we will forget it happened. I have
no evidence of what happened anyway."

"Precisely my dear. You're disappearance will be looked upon as an
unfortunate drowning accident. Nothing, I mean nothing connects you to this
place. All traces have vanished. You and your pretty, innocent, young
daughter are totally at my mercy. I have no intention of letting you go."

"You're going to regret this, believe me. Please let's talk, I'm sure we can
reach a compromise."

"Enough talk. From now on you will learn how to perform and to behave.
You're lessons start now," she motioned to one of the guards to raise the
chain. As he did Renee was almost lifted off her feet stretching her neck.
She started to choke.

Megan was screaming," Let her go. Please let her down."

"You see the power I have over you bitch. I could kill you if I wanted. Now
if I let you down will you call me Madama."

Renee could barely manage a muted, " Yes."

When she was lowered hate and anger filled her eyes. Gasping she hissed,"
You bastard, what the fuck do you think you're doing. Enraged she tried in
vain to break free kicking and pulling at her bonds, thrashing her body
about.

Nothing seemed to break the mistresses composure.

"You poor baby, so much anger so much spirit. But we will tame the wild old
mare.

Defiantly with more bravado than brains Renee yelled," Never you bitch,
never."

The chain was raised and lowered several more times, always a little higher
and longer until Renee was close to passing out. Finally, her voice shaking,
her chest heaving, she did manage to whimper," Madama."

"You see dearie that wasn't so hard was it? Answer me now, was it?"

"No."

"No who?"

"No Madama."

"That's better; you will get used to it baby." Then she ordered," Bring her
to the torture tower."

Still coughing and gagging Renee was dragged to the upright beam with the
padded vertical 25-cm. plank. While standing with her back to the beam, her
arms were secured to the top "O" rings by the Velcro wrist cuffs and short
chains and her feet to the base in the same manner. The vertical plank
passing through the upright from the rear was adjusted so the padded end
rested on the small of her back . Then slowly the plank was pushed out
nudging her hips forward till her body was arched outward her legs resting
on tiptoes and her arms pulled upwards. She was being stretched on an
upright rack. As she was pushed out further and further she emitted a series
of grunts feeling her leg and arms being pulled from their socket and she
felt a tremendous strain on her back.

Finally she screamed," Stop please stop you're going to break my back."

Madama gave a signal and the plank was drawn back a little.

"What do you say Megan, Isn't your mother a marvellous sight stretched out
like a bow."

"You're a monster you sadist," Megan yelled back.

Madama approached the suffering woman and started playing with her breast
squeezing it from the base outwards and pinching the nipples until the
nipple became hard and erect.

"Don't you have such wonderful tits baby, such big red nipples."

She was handed a short chain with two small clamps at each end. They looked
like small clothespins with strong springs. Madama opened one and clamped it
on the distended nipple causing Renee to wince in pain. Repeating the same
process on the other breast, she then swiftly pulled the breasts up by the
chain and fixed it to the "O" ring on the collar.

"What all women want, an uplift. How do you like it?"

"It hurts like hell you bitch, " she hissed clenching her teeth before
spitting on the Mistress

"Pardon me. You're calling me a bitch again and trying to spit on me. She
gave Renee just enough time to realize the futility of her words and
gestures before bringing her palm down hard on her jaw twisting her head
sideways violently with the force of the blow. Excited by slapping a
beautiful face she gave Renee a backhand that hit with a sharp crack leaving
a blue mark. When Renee opened her mouth to yelp she leaned up close and
spat a thick wad of saliva right in it. Renee gagged and choked nearly
vomiting.

"Hand me that switch."

She took the small cane split at the striking end producing two tongues for
greater effect and without warning gave Renee's left tit a severe whack

Renee howled," No, god! No!"

She lifted the cane again and brought it down with a resounding crack on the
right breast

"Ouch, ouch, quit it," implored Renee

Ten more blows were delivered in quick succession that had her breasts
throbbing with pain

"Take back that word," she ordered as she struck twice more raising red
weals on the sensitive soft flesh of the tits making Renee shriek.

"Ok, ok, I'll take it back."

"Say it you slut."

"You're not a bitch."

Another couple of strokes." Who am I?"

"Please, please don't hit me again, I'm sorry for calling you a bitch
Madama."

"That's better. You're a good girl. Now don't forget it."

"Can you please remove these clips, they really hurt."

The cane was lifted again ready to strike.

"No! No!

"You are not to speak to me until I ask you. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Whack. "Yes, Madama."

Renee was glowing with sweat and her mouth was very dry; the acute pain and
the unnatural stretched position created a lot of stress on her system.

"Give her some water. I want her to drink it all."

With difficulty Renee finally drank the half litre.

Her tormentor lit a cigarette waving it back and forth under Renee's nose.
She pulled back her head.

"You feel the heat right. Do you know what I can do with this cigarette?"

Renee dreaded the thought of what she might do.

"I'm going to burn you with it you snooty whore."

Renee watched in terror as the Madama brought the glowing end under her
armpit.

"No! No!" She pleaded in vain loosing all her composure. The sadistic woman
pressed the red-hot tip to the tender skin three times producing small black
burning sores. Her pain threshold was high but this was too much. Breaking
down completely, she emitted a long agonizing wail punctuated by louder
screeches every time the tip would come into contact with the skin.

"No, no, enough, God that hurts. Don't do it again please. What do want from
me?"

"Obedience total and without question."

Renee closed her eyes and started sniffling unable to answer incapable even
after all this to kowtow.

"Ok with me," she said her eyes glazed in triumphant glory and sexual
ecstasy that comes from abasing, torturing and humiliating a superior
beautiful woman.

The cigarette was applied a few more times to the other armpit before
Renee's will to resist was broken

" Yiiieeee.I will, I will, Please don't." she whined.

"For your sake I hope you do it"

The plank was pulled all the way back allowing Renee to lean her back
against the beam. The chain and clamps on her breast were removed also.
Liquid was flowing from all her facial orifices: her nose was running, tears
were coming from her red puffy eyes and saliva was running over her lips,
dripping from her chin. Madama's hand went down to her genitalia squeezing
and twisting.

"Such a nice little pussy. I think you deserve a small reward for being such
a good girl."

She motioned to one of the two women standing near a wall to come forward.
The two, one dark and curvy, the other petite and blonde had been standing
there the whole time watching, waiting. As she approached Renee saw a very
beautiful mature woman with a light caramel colour skin, large brown eyes
and luscious red lips nude except for a short sarong pleated in front and
tied at the hips.

"This is Sara a castle slave. She comes from Brazil. I think she has more
ancestors than a mongrel dog. I guess that is what accounts for her great
beauty. Am I not right Renee?

Renee nodded in acquiescence.

"I have asked her to make you cum. She is good at it. I'll bet that no woman
ever made love to you before. You'd better cooperate you slut or else,"
dictated the Mistress.

Sara approached Renee from the side to blow her nose and to wipe her face
lightly with a soft cloth. It felt so good to have someone groom her with so
much tenderness and care. Sara looked into Renee's eyes with empathy before
beginning to kiss her face. When Renee made a slight movement to turn away
she simply said," Please we will both be beaten."

Kissing the ear she whispered," I'm so sorry for the way you were tortured,
I know how it feels."

When Renee started to answer the other put her index finger to her lips as a
signal to keep silent. Sara continued kissing Renee tenderly moving down the
face to the neck and breasts. Renee abandoned herself to the quiet delight
of having another woman physically soothe her aching body and mentally
soothe the turmoil in her mind. The trauma of the torture had intensified
her nerve endings and every touch easily stimulated her. Moreover, she was
tied helplessly. She had not of her own volition asked to be caressed by
another woman, it was forced on her and therefore she was not responsible
for what was happening.

Sara licked the blisters on the armpits applying much saliva to help cool
the burning sensation. Then she did the same to the breast lingering longer
at the nipples already erect and super sensitive.

"That feels so good," Renee muttered closing her eyes.

"Shhh."

Sara moved down until she could kneel. Her hands started to caress the
thighs up and down while her mouth kissed and licked the belly and groin.
Finally her mouth reached Renee's vulva and she started to work over the
highly receptive area. While she was doing this she picked up a small g-spot
vibrator left there by one of the guards and began teasing Renee's labia.
The lips were open and quite wet which allowed her to slowly push it in.
Renee, who at this point was totally aroused, made no effort to stop her.
Sara turned it on and it started to hum. Meanwhile she was sucking and
pulling on Renee's engorged pink clit

Megan watched mesmerized as her mother emitted low continuous moans and
gasps all the while gyrating her hips in a lewd show of wantonness

All at once she whimpered," I'm going to cum.Ohhh, I'm cumming."

Her whole body shook, her chest heaved convulsively, her gasping mouth
opened wide and then it was over. It had only taken about ten minutes from
beginning to end. The two looked at each other.

"Thanks," said Sara.

"Thank you," replied Renee.

"Good job Sara, nice work. You're a good little slut Renee. I'm proud of
you."

Now that it was over Renee's emotions were again mix-up. On the one hand she
had enjoyed the orgasm, but on the other she felt that she had degraded
herself in front of her daughter. She was ashamed for having behaved in such
a depraved manner. Would Megan understand the whole scenario: the feelings
of submission, the gratefulness towards Sara, the nascent masochism, the
involuntary ease by which she had been aroused, the tremendous feeling of
elation when she finally released a powerful orgasm?

She was brought back to reality when suddenly she heard," Now Megan it's
your turn."

"No, not Megan please!" implored Renee.

" Shut up you stupid bitch. I'm not really going to hurt your precious
daughter. I warned you about speaking up. Now you will pay later I guarantee
it."

Megan was unhooked from the ceiling chain and dragged to the padded St.
Andrew's cross and made to lean against it face first. There she was secured
to the "X" by short chains anchored to the crosspieces and clipped to her
ankle and wrist restraints. From the wall Madama grabbed a red flogger with
multiple long leather straps about a meter long. Megan and Renee watched in
terror as the tormentor played with the whip.

Taking a lunging stance behind Megan she started flogging her back lightly
at a slow rhythmic pace. Renee and Megan were relieved at the gentleness of
the strokes, no cause for alarm. Using the same stroke making a sound like a
"thud", she descended down the back to whip the ass, each spread leg and
then back up again. After a few minutes a slight red pigmentation was
readily visible along the whole backside. The sensation was not unlike a
good hard massage and Megan actually forgot where she was and started
enjoying it. Madama stopped to gently rub the back, buns and thighs, telling
her to just relax and enjoy the experience.

When she began flogging again the speed and force increased a notch causing
Megan to breathe harder and squirm more. Still she liked it and submitted
willingly. After a while Madama stopped to permit Megan time to adjust to
the heightened stimulation.

"Breathe deeply and evenly Megan," requested Madama swishing the whip back
and forth, down and over the sides or the body and legs. The warmed up skin
exhibited a redness after about fifteen minutes. Madama knew that the
endorphin levels had increased during that time deadening the pain.

After this interlude, she administered stronger stingy strokes, which Megan
would have found difficult to take before. The steady beat and sound caused
Megan to enter a sort of hypnotic trance. Noticing that the back and
buttocks were becoming too hot she switched technique. She lightly stroked
upwards between the legs causing the tails to brush the entire genital area
sexually arousing Megan who pushed her ass backward permitting easier
access.

"More?" asked Madama.

"More," answered Megan

Renee was astounded to hear this from her daughter who was not only enjoying
the strong beating but being sexually aroused by it. Moreover she was
mortified to notice that she herself was being aroused watching her own
daughter being flogged.

Five minutes later when the Madama started a cool down Megan was on a
physical and emotional high and on the verge of an orgasm. When it was over
Megan was hanging from the cross limp and worn out, her face flushed. Madama
wrapped her arms around her and asked her how she felt.

" Oh really good. Thank you, thank you." she cooed despite herself.

"Now you must drink lots of water.

Madama turned in triumph towards Renee and said," Now it's your punishment
for talking to me without permission."

Megan was turned around and bound with her back to the cross so she could
watch.

Madama warned her," You are not to say a word or your fate will be the same
as your mother's.

Then to the guards she ordered," Bring the box stock and place it here in
front of the missy."

The guards picked up a low 3x3 meter box about 20centimeters high. It had
four circular holes lined with soft leather, two small ones close together
on one side and two larger ones much further apart on the opposite side. Two
bolts were removed from one side allowing for a long lid running the length
of the box to be opened. This procedure split the circles into two
semi-circular indentations; one remaining fixed on the box itself, the other
on the opened hinged lid. Renee was told to place her hands and feet in the
semi-circles of the box. Then the lid was closed trapping the wrists and
ankles in the circles that fit snugly around them. She was basically bent
over at the waist standing on all fours in two stocks. No matter how hard
she might try, she was secured firmly, bent over, her legs spread wide
exposing her vulva and her bum sticking up high and vulnerable revealing her
pink crinkled anus. She was placed in such a way as to be seen lengthwise by
Megan

" Gleefully the Madama piped up," I owe my two guards a treat for having
been so dedicated to me and to their work. But first I will get you ready."

She retrieved what looked like a grease gun from a box. Instead of a nipple
at one end it had a tube the size of a broom handle about 20 centimetres
long." This will get you opened up and all greased up sweatie."

Resting the end of the tube against the rosebud she pushed slightly while
pulling the trigger lubricating the entrance to the rectum.

She had to press harder to get the tube past the strong sphincter muscles
causing Renee to groan with pain. Once past it was easy to insert the tube
further and further always squirting a little more lubricant until it was
fully shoved in.

All the time Renee was grunting from the burning sensation, however in time
the rectum was so oily and so dilated that the pain subsided and the tube
moving up and down the rectum actually felt pleasurable. She understood now
that she was going to be sodomized by the two guards in front of her
innocent daughter. Turning her head towards her she exhorted her," Megan no
matter what I forbid you to say a word do you hear me?"

"I think I know what is going to happen mom. Don't worry I'll keep my mouth
shut. I only hope it doesn't hurt too much."

Renee said to herself that she would exercise control over her mind She knew
that if she were tense her asshole would close up tight but if she relaxed
the men could penetrate her easily

Standing where Renee could see her Madama called over," You're turn first
Henry. Come over here and take down your pants so I can get that cock nice
and hard and let the bitch know what she's going to be fucked with."

She masturbated him till his full thick 7 inches was pointing straight out.

"Look at this lovely piece of meat baby. Now get back there and fuck her
ass."

With her rear sticking up and immobile, he had no trouble grasping her hips
to slowly drive his heavy member past her anus and up her rectum. Renee
offered no resistance knowing that this way there would be only irritation
but no real pain. The real pain was in her mind for she had a hard time
accepting the humiliation of being fucked in the ass in front of her
daughter. To Megan's horror and revulsion, he began to pump the ****d woman
with strong forward movements causing Renee to grunt loudly each time. It
never seemed to stop. Finally he ejaculated thick hot gobs of sperm in
Renee's asshole.

"Your turn Harry. Come and show your steel hard cock to the slut."

He came next to Renee who turned her head. What she saw fascinated and
frightened her. It was a good 10 inches long and nearly as thick as her
wrist.

"Oh", she cried out Surely he could not get that in her.

"Now relax honey. Don't fight it."

"Easy give me a chance to adjust, ok?"

Coming from behind, first he teased her by running it up and down the crease
between the cheeks, then he banged it back and forth between her upper
thighs, and finally he poked his finger at her anus circling the centre of
her rosebud. It was cold and slippery. Renee was sure it was covered with
even more lubricant. The finger moved in a minute circular motion, teasing
the sensitive opening. Despite herself she started undulating her bottom in
an obscene manner. Megan thought, what is wrong with my mother? She held her
breath when he began to push it in till it could go no further. How could
she get as aroused so quickly? When he pulled in and out she could not
stifle a series of short moans. Now she waited holding her breath for the
guard to use his penis. She gasped out loud and her breathing became ragged,
short sharp breaths escaping her open mouth as the tip rested against her
rosebud. Gently, slowly he pushed one centimetre at a time. She couldn't
stop moaning and whimpering as the huge dick was slowly pushed into her and
she felt her sphincter grasp at it despite herself. Her face was beet red
both from excitement and the humiliation of exposing her growing sexual
appetite to her astonished daughter.


Renee who had never been fucked in the ass with such a large cock thought it
would hurt but now with the semen and dilation from the other guard she was
ready to accept it. The only real discomfort she felt came from the awkward
physical position she was in

When he started to pump her delicately and then more violently while
stroking her cheeks and reaching around to rub her clit she got so turned on
that she started to wail, completely ignoring Megan in her exhilaration.

He was near cumming and so was she when they heard Madama command," Don't
cum in her. Come over here."

She made him stand at the side of Renee's head, his twitching wet dirty
penis millimetres from her face

"Suck him now you cunt. Give him the blowjob of his life. I mean it or
else."

Renee was exhausted. Her body had been terribly hurt, intensely stimulated
sexually, her mind perverted and fearful of more pain and humiliation, her
emotions troubled by lust and shame, her will broken. She no longer had the
energy to resist. At this point she really gave in and submitted
unquestioningly obeying all of Madama's commands. She turned her head,
letting him stick his colossal dirty wet penis past her soft lips into her
mouth.

"When he cums I don't want you spit it out or swallow it. Just hold the
spunk in your filthy mouth you filthy pig. If you don't I'm going to burn
you badly."

Renee slurped and sucked tasting the precum and the shit but not for long.
Enormous hot stringy jets entered her mouth and throat. She did her best but
could not hold it all. Her mouth filled up and a bubbly semen and saliva
cocktail spilled over her chin and plopped on the floor.

Meanwhile the depraved lecherous mistress had unchained Megan and forced her
down on all fours. Shoving her with her foot she commanded," Crawl over
there you little slut and lick your mother clean."

"What! No!"

"No. Did I hear a no?"

Picking up a cane she gave her four or five rapid hard strokes on the back.

"Oww. That hurts," howled Megan.

"Now do what your told or you'll get a real thrashing.

Humiliated and sickened the teen crawled behind her mother and started to
lap the goo coming out of her ass and coating her cunt and thighs.

"Forget that for now. Come here to the front. I want you to kiss your mother
on the lips."

Megan did what she was told.

"Now Renee open your mouth and swap that cum with your scum daughter."

Totally revolted but fearful of the consequences of not obeying they opened
up and let the sperm slide from the mother's to the daughter's mouth, after
which they licked and tongued each other till they had swallowed it all.
Surprisingly Megan discovered that it did not taste that bad after all.

"Now get back there and finish your job."

Megan was forced to lick clean every last drop of cum from the thighs, labia
and crack. When she got to the anus the Madama said gleefully," Stick your
tongue in there and ream her ass spotless."

After it was all over Renee was freed and the two beaten women were given
water and allowed to lie holding each other completely drained of all but
the will to live.





"You are castle slaves now and I will brand you."

The two could only wait in dread for the next painful humiliation. While the
guards tied them side by side d****d over a padded horse, Madama heated a
branding iron and when it was red hot she pulled apart one buttock with one
hand and with the other she applied the iron to the inside of the cheek near
the crease. Renee howled involuntarily from the searing pain and then
uttered a series of pitiful," ooh's." The brand left the outline of a small
castle burned into the flesh. The same procedure was done to Megan who
started screaming even before the brand was laid on. When it was over a
cooling salve was administered by the women slaves.

"Now you will get your nipples pierced and rings attached. Slaves need that
as an adornment but also as a means of punishment or control Bring the young
one first."

Megan was freed and made to lie on a table where she was restrained by
fixing her arms to her sides, her feet at the end and a belt pulled tight
across the abdomen.

"This his Paula, she will hold your head. Sara will perform the operation."

Seeing that the girl was trembling in fear, tears in her eyes, Paula, a
lovely petite blond, placed her hands on each cheek and murmured
soothingly," Don't worry Hon, Sara is an expert. You will hardly feel a
thing."

First she cleaned the breast with a disposable wipe. After the area was
cleaned the next thing she did was to mark the nipples so that the jewellery
could be placed in an aesthetically pleasing way. After the area was marked,
in two places, entrance and exit, a small clamp was applied to the area so
the slight pressure of the clamp would reduce the blood flow through the
area to be pierced, and produce a mild numbing action. The clamp also held
the nipple in place, so that the piercing could easily be made through the
markings applied earlier. When the clamp has been applied then Sara
performed the piercing. The piercing needle, an intravenous canulae, a
needle with a plastic sheath surrounding it was passed through the nipple,
and then withdrawn, leaving the hollow plastic sheath in place.

With the plastic tubing in place the clamp was removed, and a 12
gauge,?"captive bead ring was inserted through the tubing, which was then
withdrawn. When the jewellery had been fastened the whole thing was over The
piercing was performed in less than a minute from the clamp being applied;
the whole process was very quick, and painless even if the area was not
frozen. When the needle punctured the skin Megan only let out a quiet,
"Ooow."

After a short break when she was given a drink of water the same manoeuvres
were performed on the other nipple. Then it was Renee's turn who received a
10 gauge ¾" ring which is slightly larger

After all this you need to stretch your legs," guffawed Madama." String them
up."

The women were hung facing each other by their wrist restraints to a steel
spreader bar suspended from the ceiling. Then they were lifted so that only
the balls of their feet touched the floor. It was a very uncomfortable
compromising position. They had to tilt their heads to one side to place
their face cheek to cheek. The nude bodies were in constant contact. The
legs being entwined, the thigh of one was rubbing the genitalia of the
other. The arms burned as they pulled on the sockets by their weight. But
most of all was the growing desperation brought about by the urge to
urinate.

It was certainly well past midnight. They had not peed since the boat ride;
that was at least six hours ago. Hanging there in misery, their bladders
full, in front of the two guards, the slaves and Madama, they started
thinking about it. After awhile they began to complain and shift position
more frequently. They asked politely if they could be allowed to go but
knowing full well the answer would be, no. This was just another debasement
designed to break them down.

" Is there a more wonderful sight than to watch two nude long legged women
shifting from foot to foot and squirming in desperation," inquired Madama.

They had been hanging for well over a half-hour. Megan began bouncing up and
down, her breasts jiggling, her thighs rubbing Renee's clit, the pressure in
her bladder becoming intolerable

" Oh god," she whined her breathing shallow and fast," I'm not going to hold
it. I'm ready to burst."

But it was Renee who let go first as a small trickle came out of her
urethra.

"Oh mother," cried Megan feeling the warm liquid coming down her thigh.

"I'm sorry baby, I can't hold it either."

Another several spurts escaped her pussy before she finally squeezed control
over her bladder. Then Megan made a small whimpering sound and started
dribbling first in small squirts, followed by a steady leaking. With all her
will power she forced herself to stem the tide. Afterward, Rene, with a
sharp intake of air released a couple of drops. Back and forth, sometimes
together they tortured themselves.

At last, the mother scolded," This is ridiculous Megan. Let's do it and get
it over with, now."

They started to piss together spurting a strong golden stream that arched
out striking their stomach and pouring down over the labia down the legs to
form a pool in which their feet were soaking. It took almost a minute to
finish.

"Great performance," applauded the witch.

"That son of a bitch will pay for this," Renee thought to herself.

The constant fidgeting had forced the mother and daughter to rub against
each other stimulating the libido and now the warm erotic feeling of each
other's piss was having a powerful effect.

"Mom I'm getting aroused, what should I we do?" whispered Megan bringing her
lips right up to her mother's.

"So am I baby, but we can't allow that slut the pleasure of witnessing
another act of perversion. Try not to move too much and think of something
else."

Everyone left the chamber leaving them hanging there another hour till
Megan, the weaker of the two, could no longer stand and would let herself
hang by her arms. Renee encouraged her to stand up but the muscles were too
tired and she would collapse again and again. When it seemed that major
damage to muscles and body was eminent, Madama walked in with the guards.

"Take them down and shackle them in the alcove."

The alcove was a small semi-circular room opening onto the main chamber with
rings fixed to the wall all around about 20 centimetres off the floor. They
were secured side by side close together to two rings by short chains
attached to one's left wrist restraint and to the other's right restraint.
They could, sit, kneel, stand crouched, and lie on their back and on one
side only.

By then, it was probably 4 o'clock in the morning. The two had been under
great stress since entering the castle early in the evening. They were
worn-out, sore all over and dejected. Now they were lying naked on a bare
hard stone floor unable to move properly. What else could happen?

"Before I leave you for the night I have a bit of news for you. I put a
laxative in the water you drank before. It takes about six hours to take
effect and that was six hours ago. Soon you will feel the need to, how
should I say. defecate. I hope it won't cause you too much inconvenience.
Have a good rest my lovelies."

In need of sleep, they lay there silently in the semi-darkness the only
light coming from a bulb in the main chamber. Suddenly Renee felt a sharp
cramp in her stomach.

"Oh my god Megan I think that bitch was right. We are in for a terrible long
night."

Megan started sobbing utterly devastated, afraid to fall asleep, afraid to
move.

"How do you feel Megan"

"I'm beginning to feel a pain in the stomach."

They waited anxiously expecting the worst. Then abruptly Megan felt a strong
desire to void her bowels.

"Get on your knees Megan you'll have to straddle me and back up as far as
you can, ok. Now push hard it will shoot out further back."

She expelled a torrent of loose watery stools that spattered on their lower
legs. At least they would not have to lie in it too much.

"Waaa, what a smell mom, this is horrible," Megan bawled

"I know Megan we are going through a lot but at least we are still together.
Don't give up baby we'll make it.

The cramps in Renee's intestines where growing worse.

"Lie down baby I have to straddle you now."

She had a tremendous bowel movement that came gushing out of her rectum
spraying all over.

After this humiliation, they sprawled out in total misery lying partly in
their own excrement expecting more. However the fatigue was overpowering and
they slumped into a fitful sleep. During the night and into the early
morning they could not hold back the diarrhoea nor did the have the strength
to move so they ended up covered with shit and urine. The stench and nausea
caused by the terrible condition in which they wallowed made Megan vomit all
over her mother.

When they had slept enough, they sat in the disgusting mess with their back
to the wall completely crushed waiting for the ordeal to end. The constant
punishment had taken its toll, they would submit to Madama's every whim to
end this torment.

Earlier in the morning a guard had left two bottles of water and a large
bowl of sloppy food. They drank the water but at first could not bring
themselves to eat. At length they succumbed to their hunger and lapped the
mush from the same bowl like two a****ls. They remained in the alcove
feeling small, vulnerable and miserable the rest of the day. Fortunately the
diarrhoea was gone but they still had to piss on themselves occasionally.
All through the ordeal Renee spoke to Megan with calm words of
encouragement.

Towards nightfall, the Mistress appeared at the entrance accompanied by the
two beautiful slaves.

"Will you look at these whores wallowing in their shit and piss like two
pigs. You two clean up this fucking filthy stink hole and while you're at
you can also wash the dirty sluts."

Sara and Paula got mops and pails and starting from the outside they slowly
worked towards the chained women. Once in a while one of them would gag and
nearly throw up but in the end the floor was clean. They filled the pails
with clean warm soapy water and started bathing the cowed women who
gratefully allowed their bodies to be cleansed. They all had tears in their
eyes. Sara while washing Renee, said with great sadness," We're not supposed
to talk but I want to tell you how sorry I am to see an educated successful
woman like you reduced to this."

Renee looking deeply in her eyes could only say," Thank you so very much for
everything."

After they had been washed, Paula, the younger blonde slave rocked Megan in
her arms while humming a soft lullaby. Meanwhile Sara tented to the pierced
nipples removing the crust with a cotton ball and wiping them and the rings
with the tips of her fingers lathered with anti-bacterial soap.

Suddenly Madama showed up bellowing," What the fuck are you four up to? Do
you all want a beating?"

"No mistress we where only cleaning the nipples."

"Well finish the job and step back, I want to talk to them."

Madama stood before the mother and daughter and lectured, " Now you see what
I can do to you. This was only a sample. I could torture you until you died
a horrible death. You are here for a long time, there is no way out. Like
these two you are castle slaves. You will obey all my commands without
question or you will be punished severely. Do you understand; do I make
myself clear? "

"Yes Madama, yes mistress."

"One more thing. Megan is not yet eighteen. She will not be fucked till then
you have my word."

Calling in the guards she told them to escort the women to the cells. A
leash was clipped to the collars and they were lead to two small cells each
with a bed and clean sheets. The leash was replaced by a small chain
attached to the bed and long enough to permit access to the sink and toilet
in one corner of the cell. Both of them slept till the next morning.






Chap. 3.





Renee's Performance





The next morning a guard entered the cell, kicked the bed and ordered Renee
to get up. Bewildered, she opened puffy eyes and stared at a small light
bulb hanging from the ceiling. Still groggy from the deep sleep she had just
come out of, she sat up yawning looking around her at the bare walls, sink,
and toilet. When she saw the guard she was startled back to the brutal
present. Her first gesture was to cover her upper body with the sheet that
had slid down when she sat up. Next she became aware of her aching body. She
could still feel the burns under her arms, the lacerations across her
breasts and the brand on her buttock. Renee started shaking as all the
previous days horrible experiences came surging back. Her mind was still
foggy but the harsh reality of her hopeless situation was gradually sinking
in.

It was at this point that the guard stood over her and said," You get you're
ass up now or I'll drag you out of bed."

Reluctantly she rose standing naked on wobbly legs, before realizing that
she was chained to the bed. Now what, she thought to herself.

"Well are you just going to stand there. Go have a leak and wash up. I'm
taking you to breakfast."

Recognizing the guy who had ****d her first the night before, she told him,"
Please Henry I can't with you staring at me."

"Alright I'll wait outside. Call me when you're ready."

She relieved herself and washed her body looking at the ugly burns and still
visible striations on her breasts remembering the humiliation and the pain.
She was very particular about cleaning th