Tightly Bound

It was still dark when Erin opened her eyes, but not yet light. The time of the morning where everything appeared the same colour, awaiting the sun to give it colour and life. It was not the sun that had woke her but rather that of somebody's presence in the basement. She knew instinctively that it was not the master's presence as his presence was clearly distinguishable. No this presence was familiar, but not his. Slowly unfurling herself on the hard concrete Erin ground her teeth as the pain lanced up her back, her back screaming in pain at the indignity of being moved after all it had been through. Erin groaned softly and continued to slowly unfurl her curled up body until she was able to stand up. Slowly she got up; her legs still shaky with pins and needles. The air was cold and she hugged her naked body in a vain attempt to regain some heat. Her skin was cold to touch and dimpled from goosepimples. Opening up her eyes she looked around the basement, the light was dim and it took her eyes some time to adjust to the poor light. Eventually she began to make out the familiar shapes of the assorted paraphernalia that littered the basement. As she looked around the room she spotted something odd. A dark shadow, it wasn't moving so Erin could not tell if it was human or just another piece of equipment. Closing her eyes she listened in the silence for any signs of what this shadow may represent.

The faint sound of something or someone breathing in and out was heard. Erin didn't know whether to feel afraid as to what might be in the same room as her, but at the same time she didn't detect a threatening presence like when the master was in the room so she sat back down. Curling up into a ball, Erin fell into a shallow sleep filled with dreams of dark shadows lurking around every corner waiting for her to turn her back so they could pounce on her.

The sound of a leather whip landing onto somebody's back and the screams of pain woke Erin up instantly. For a moment she thought that she was revisiting last night from a third person perspective like déjà vu but when the bright light hit her retinas she realised that she wasn't dreaming. Especially when the pain lanced up her body again reminding her that it must be treated with care. Biting hard down on her tongue to prevent her making any noise that might alert anyone to her presence Erin slowly manoeuvred her body towards the sounds of pain, peering through slitted eyelids so that her eyes could adapt to the harsh light faster. What she saw shocked her to the core.

The person whipping the person was the master undoubtedly, his heavily muscled arms and presence clearly distinguishable from the night before when he had tortured her. But the figure getting tortured Erin realised dumbfounded was that of the brunette, Natasha. Her body was confined to a device that looked extremely similar to the stocks used in medieval times, her head and hands were locked in holes surrounded by a heavy wooden frame, her back was bent at the waist, her legs on the ground spread apart. Her face was barely recognisable now though, Erin thought to herself as she looked on from her vantage point powerless, Natasha's face was permanently contorted in a look of agony and pain as her hair plastered against her forehead from sweat that beaded her brow.

The master stopped temporarily, wiping his forehead with his arm. Without looking up at Natasha or Erin he began to speak.

"So good of you to join us Elizabeth, I thought you would enjoy some entertainment this morning with Natasha here. We are one big family after all, I wouldn't want you to miss out on some of the fun that we have been having, you are after all responsible in some part for this." The master said sweeping his hand towards a pitiful looking Natasha.

"Leave her alone you sick bastard." Erin retorted angrily, the anger boiling over deep inside her.

"Lesson number one Elizabeth, every action has its consequences. Like a chain reaction it often affects more than one person, in this case your insolence... has directly affected Natasha." The master replied, his voice pausing on the word insolence as if to savour it in his mouth before speaking it.

With that he raised the whip as high as his forearm would allow him too and came down with as much force as he could muster. The sound of the leather whip striking Natasha's exposed back sent vibrations around the room as Natasha's scream reverberated around the room burning into Erin's mind permanently. The master stopped what he was doing and looked down upon Natasha's exposed back. Numerous small cuts scattered up and down her spine where the whip had broken the skin, in other places the skin had welled up, angry and red in some places it was even blue and yellow. Natasha's soft whimpering broke the silence of the room. The master walked over to the front of the stocks where Natasha was imprisoned and crouched down in front of her. Tilting her head up he looked at her eye to eye, Natasha stopped crying and looked up at her master, her eye's red and puffy.

The master continued to look at her as a single teardrop, clear and pure in form escaped from underneath Natasha's eyelid and travelled down her cheek, passing dried up creeks where other tears had passed before it. It continued to travel down her cheek gathering speed as it went until it reached the masters exposed finger where it pooled. The master looked down at the tear with what seemed to Erin child like curiosity as he took the finger to his lips, sucking tentatively on the teardrop. His face softened and he leaned forward towards Natasha, whispering something in her ear. She smiled weakly, her sobbing subsiding temporarily.

The master stood up and walked around Natasha until he was facing her exposed back from her side. Erin sat where she was curious as to what he was going to do next. Leaning over her back he began to softly lick at her wounds with his tongue, Natasha shuddered slightly from the pain of her wounds being touched by his tongue but eventually she began to enjoy the sensation, to the point of expelling a soft groan every now and then. The master continued to lick at her wounds until he had tended to all of her wounds that he had inflicted upon her earlier. One of the master's hands slid down her back and between her parted legs where he felt her moist warmth with tender inquisitiveness. Satisfied, he brought the hand back to his lips where he tasted her, his tongue rolling the flavour around his mouth as he inhaled her aroma deeply, his eyes fluttering behind closed eyelids in ecstasy.

Moving methodically he continued to move around her until he was positioned directly behind her. Unbuckling his pants, he stepped out of it naked, his erect cock already standing to attention, pulsating in time to his heart. Erin continued to watch from her vantage point, hypnotised by this event unfolding before her eyes, which she so desperately didn't want to see. With the gentleness of an experienced lover he slowly guided himself into her, entering her with ease as her heat enveloped him, her aroma intermingling with his. Natasha felt him slide into her and moaned, lifting up her pelvis and lowering her back as much as the stock would allow her to as he continued to ravage her willing body, the room filled with her groans of pleasure and the sounds of moving flesh against each other.

Erin tried to shut out these ose of Natasha's moans of pleasure and the vision of her willingly giving her body to the master to do as he pleased. In a way the vision of her enjoying the pleasure that he was giving her sickened her more than when he was torturing her as Erin clamped her hands against her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, her head inbetween her drawn up knees that were tight against her chest. Humming to herself and rocking back and forth on her butt to occupy her mind on other things. But eventually the sounds of the copulating couple eventually began to fill her head until she thought that she was going to go mad.

The master saw all of this and smiled. Retreating from Natasha's willing body the master repositioned his cock over her anus and drove into her hard and fast. The unexpected change of pleasure to pain caused Natasha to cry out in pain, as her anus felt like it were getting ripped apart. The unexpected cry caused Erin to look up worriedly then back down when she realised what she was looking at. Eventually Natasha adapted to the masters rythmn as she began to push back as he plunged in, driving him deeper inside her than she had ever felt previously. Eventually the pleasure began to overwhelm her pain and she began to moan, softly at first but with increased volume as he drove into her with increased fervour, her orgasm building up as quickly as his was. The master's soft groans began to increase in volume as he neared orgasm too, he grunted loudly as he orgasmed deep inside Natasha, causing her to orgasm, bucking against the master as her orgasm reached its peak, her cries of pleasure filling the room. The master withdrew from Natasha after some time, limp. Sweat dripped off his body he grinned almost boyishly as he put on his pants and shirt. As he strode past Natasha he unclipped the clasp holding the stocks together. Standing in front of Erin who was still rocking back and forth humming to herself the master proclaimed to her:

"Well I hope you enjoyed this mornings entertainment Elizabeth, there was a lesson to be learnt here, but I shall leave that for you to work out, in the mean time I shall leave the two of you down here. Like any misbehaved animal you must learn from your mistakes before you shall be allowed to function as my slave again."

With that the master turned on his heel and strode off silently up the stairs and out the room. Erin continued to hum to herself rocking on her aching butt, she HAD learnt something today. It disturbed her quite deeply as she began to analyse it and pull it apart within her head, only to come to the same conclusion each time. Was it true what the master had said earlier? As much as Erin tried to deny it, each time she rehearsed what had happened today all the facts pointed true. Natasha's cries of pleasure and pain where extremely similar to each other. As much as Erin tried to deny it they WERE related to each other on more than one level. With these disturbing thoughts swirling inside her head Erin lay down on the cold concrete floor, seeking solace amongst her pain and misery but eventually her tired, aching body submitted to sleep. Deep dreamless sleep.