A night at the Opera
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Posted:Oct 18, 2023 6:56 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 12:31 pm 5085 Views
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“and second place ladies and gentlemen goes to …………………..The Gelderland Institute and so first place goes to The Hanover Voice Choir. Congratulations to you and a round of applause for all our wonderful groups”.
There was much clapping and whooping from amongst the audience and the contestants revelling in their success and from the competition finally coming to an end. Hours and hours of practice for this one moment could now be put to one side and people could relax and take stock. However not everyone was thrilled with their performance. Whilst 2nd place was no disgrace in this high level competition, the girls from the Gelderland Institute did not share the euphoria that was in the room.
One girl, especially was down cast and almost tearful as the choir started to assemble for the ride home…….no celebrating or partying with the other choirs for them…and their lead soprano, Famke knew the consequences of failure for her and perhaps some of the other girls.
The Gelderland Institute was a strange and somewhat secretive college for girls from all over the Netherlands and alongside their academic pursuits, maintained a leading and highly polished choir that was feted across Europe as the people to beat when it came to competitions. The competitions were held each month or so on the circuit and Gelderland always featured and were favourites to win. What drove that pursuit of perfection was not obvious to all.
Most people assumed that like many leading colleges, once a dominant position was established it would naturally attract the better talent from the are and further afield, which coupled with excellence of the tutoring, would ensure the legacy of success would continue. What people did not realise was that, beneath the surface, the Institute was in fact a society based on female slavery maintained with ruthless and cruel discipline.
Take the costumes they wore when competing. Long pale blue classically cut gowns made from the finest cloth, long flowing sleeves, high collars and full floor length skirts leant the choir and almost ecclesiastical look, like the finest church choirs one finds across the country. These were the public garments for appearances in the competitions and when going about their daily lives in public or if guests were expected at the Institute.
Behind closed doors, the costumes were very different and designed to display the slave girls to their best. The dresses they wore were still pale blue in colour and they were also long however they were cut much tighter around the waist before billowing out to the floor, the skirts were slit in several places so that when the girl walked her legs would be visible and most noticeable was the corset top which held the girls upright in posture but also left the breasts completely bare.
Each girl also wore a leather collar with clamps attached to short chains that could be and were often attached to the girls nipples. As well as naked breasts, underwear was forbidden and so the girls were naked from the waist down as was obvious as they walked about and the slits in the dress exposed them to whoever was inclined to look. When a girl had her nipples clamped, she also wore a jewel thatched to her clitoris by a short clip, showing those who knew she was suitably adorned. These girls were also the ones available for use by the staff.
The choirmaster or Master as he was known was a middle aged man, called Jack who ruled the institute with a rod of iron along with his retinue of a dozen or so male assistants. It was these assistants that were by now herding the girls aboard their bus for the short journey back to the Institute and the inevitable investigation that would follow whenever the choir did not win their competition.
Famke was talking with two other girls toward the back of the bus in hushed tones.
“I know I will be punished since I am the lead soprano but do you think Master Jack noticed the slight off key notes that you sang, Merel?”
“Famke, how long have you been here, Master Jack never misses anything does he. I am sure I will be taken to task and so will Aleid”
“why will I be pulled up, Merel, the mistake was yours and I was simply reacting to your key change, it was not my fault, Master Jack will recognise the fault is yours”
“Aleid, how stupid are you. I know you are relatively new here but I am going to be severely punished purely by the fact we did not win. It is not enough that I was singled out for special mention by the judges for my solo, as the lead the axe always falls. Do you think Master Jack takes any mitigation into account. Please prepare yourself for an unpleasant evening”
“NO TALKING, GIRLS”
“Yes Master” they all said as one as if in harmony.
“we are nearly back at the Institute now and when we do we are going to have an investigation into what went wrong tonight. I know it is late but it cannot wait until tomorrow. You will all go straight to your rooms and change into your normal outfits and then congregate in the music room, all of you that is apart from Famke, Merle and Aleid. You three will go straight to the mux=sic room and await me there”
Yes Master” they all said as one.
The girls dismounted the bus and hurried to change into their daily outfit and made their way to the large music room in the main part of the Institute. They lined up in a tight group and faced the small stage where the three poor girls were waiting still wearing the competition clothes in stark contrast to the bare breasted group now watching them with a mixture of sympathy and relief that they were not included in the investigation.
A hush came across the group as footsteps approached from the rear, the heels clicking on the stone floor as the Master and his assistants walked into the music room, closing the large heavy doors behind them. The room was dimly lit, the open fires providing some light and flickering candles in the wall sconces and the overhead candelabra leant the room a soft somewhat monastic feel. Despite the stone floor it was remarkably warm inside.
“Well ladies, I think we will dispense with the excuses suffice to say, we are all hugely disappointed in your performance tonight. We were firmly in the belief that you would emerge victorious today, we felt you were excellently prepared and your training had given you all the tools you needed and the practice time allotted to you was more than sufficient. And yet here we are in second place. I almost blame myself; perhaps I have been too lenient on you all; perhaps my good nature has allowed you to become sloppy, lazy; perhaps we ned to go back to the more rigorous training regimes of last year”
There gasps from the assembled girls who all knew exactly what that meant. It meant lots and lots of incredibly hard work and practice with the slightest little fault punished severely and punished until it was perfect.
“I will be speaking to the staff here to discuss each of you in turn and you will be allotted a specific trainer and given a practice regime to follow. You will be ready for the next competition, ladies, trust me, you WILL be ready. But that is for tomorrow, we will now see what the price of failure is. Let this be a lesson to each and everyone of you. You three will now undress for punishment”
This was addressed to the three girls huddled together on the stage, who immediately started to undress. How ever many times they had undressed in front of the male staff it never became any more comfortable and the shame of exposing their young bodies to the stares of the men was palpable. Very soon the three were naked standing to attention, knowing that to cover themselves was forbidden and would only make their ordeal worse.
“Merel, Aleid your performance was not up to standard at all and you clearly need to practice. Starting right now you will be required to sing Agnus Dei aria in front of the choir every day for a week until you perfect it. In order to make you focus on your performance and beathing, each of you will be flogged as you sing. Should you make any mistakes we will simply start over until it is right. Prepare them”
Both girls knew not to struggled as they were moved under the chains being lowered above the stage, each chain already had wrist cuffs attached and the girls arms secured before the winch raised their hand above the heads. Not too high or the diaphragm would be affected and they were eager to hear the girls sing.
“Begin and continue until you are told to stop”
“Agnus Dei” SWISH
“qui tollis peccata mundi,” SLASH
“miserere nobis” CRACK.
The flogging was not particularly intense and the girls were grateful for that but it hurt nonetheless and they knew they were being tested and they had to give a good performance. The words were not lost on them or the gathered audience
“Agnus Dei” SWISH
“qui tollis peccata mundi,” SLASH
“miserere nobis” CRACK.
The tails of the whip struck the naked backs of the two singers who did their best to ignore the building pain in their soft flesh and focus on the words and delivering the greatest performance they could in the circumstances.
“Agnus Dei” SWISH
“qui tollis peccata mundi,” SLASH
“miserere nobis” CRACK.
Merel was the first to show some real discomfort and her breath caught in between the lines but she made sure she was ready for the words as the next line of pain as it burned her shoulders and she was note perfect. The assistants watched on as they girls performed naked their naked breasts rising and falling in perfect harmony with each other and the swinging whips.
“Enough, Enough. That was beautiful ladies and it just goes to show what heights we can achieve when you are properly motivated. We will repeat this exercise for the rest of the week…..no lets make it a fortnight. Every evening before prayers and lets see what you can achieve. Leave them there for now and bring Famke to the centre. Bend her over that bench and tie her down. We do not want her making a fuss and ruining the next performance do we”
It was done and Famke was secured over a very familiar whipping bench with her smooth unmarked flanks facing the remaining choir, her legs spread wide apart exposing her not for the girls benefit but that of the staff who were staring at her knowing she would be horrified to be so open and vulnerable. The men knew that very soon her soft buttocks would no longer be free from marks and that it would not be the last time they would see Famke in this position this evening with any luck.
“Now Famke, being the lead soloist is an honour in the Gelderland Institute, but it is a position that comes with a great desal of responsibility. The “soloist” is not their purely for her own performance, she has a responsibility to drive the rest of the choir to great heights. She must focus on her own performance to deliver the best she can but not at the cost of the whole. You will learn that personal plaudits are nothing if the choir does not succeed. This cane will help you learn the lesson you so badly require”
Master Jack swished the long thick cane a couple of times with a loud swoosh causing all the girls to flinch knowing the pain it would deliver. Even Merel and Aleid felt sorry for Famke despite the pain from their own recent whipping.
“Now ladies, we will all help Famke here as she endures the harsh lesson in reality. She will be caned whilst you all sing the entire score from the second part of tonight’s performance. The strokes will fall at 1 minute intervals until you are finished. If you keep perfect time I make that precisely 18 strokes for our dear soloist. If there is any deviation in timing, we will simply start over until you get it right so sing well ladies and help Famke this night.
It was a cruel punishment and Famke knew she would suffer as the girls started to sing and the first stoke burned into her soft plump buttocks and she tried not to scream and ruin the performance. The pain was such that she could not sing along but she felt they were performing well and perhaps she would only suffer one round of this abdominal beating.
The girls sang on and on and the cruel punishing cane lashed down again and again causing bright red welts to rise in Famke tortured skin. How many strokes now, the performance was coming to a crescendo and Famke thought she could tell the caning become harder as the singing raised in volume and gusto.
Just when she thought she could not possibly endure the pain she recognised the beginning of the end of the performance and it meant only one more horribly cruel stroke into her burning flesh. By some miracle the last potent stroke of the cane coincided with the culmination of the song and the burning pain blossomed and grew as the final not was held.
“Again, you can all see what can be achieved when the desire is strong. I know Famke is pleased that you kept you rhythm and timing perfectly, if only you had done so earlier we may have emerged in first place and poor Famke here wouldn’t be so cruelly beaten. The soloist and the main choir acting as one, that is what I demand and that is what you will all deliver next time and every time in the future. Perhaps the missing ingredient in our training is the incentive that only sharp pain can provide. You have proven my point admirably ladies and you can look forward to much more discipline and pain in your own regimes. We will be the best you can rely on that”
Famke was weeping now as the assistants slowly released her as well as Merle and Aleid, her flanks covered in burning lines of pain.
“You three will now serve the staff for the rest of the night in our quarters, clamp them and take them to lounge. The rest of you off to bed where you should contemplate your performances and how you will strive to do better. Famke you can look forward to much use tonight, as the lead you will now give the performance of your young life.
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The Stables
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Posted:Oct 12, 2023 5:03 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 12:31 pm 5118 Views
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“Merel, Merel, where are you?”
“I am here, Jack, just been grooming Shadow and about to start on the mucking out”
“That can wait for the moment, Merel, I have a really important task for you. Can you come into the office with me for a moment”.
Merel the young stable girl follows jack into his office and sits down on the sofa.
“My god, Jack it is so cool in here today, if the air conditioning is on have you got the King visiting” she giggled.
“it is funny you should say that as it happens. That is what I wanted to talk to you about. I have got a representative of the Malaysian cartel visiting us today to discuss a deal for Sentinel. I think they are really going to make a huge offer for her this time and I need your help to show her the , you know Sentinel better than any of us and I really need this sale to go through”
“hey, Jack. Of course, I will help, it will be a pleasure to show what Sentinel can do, when will they get here I need to go an change. Shall I wear my full attire, really make a show?”
“If you can, Merel. As you know things have been a little tight here for a while and I cannot lose this sale. I need you to go that extra mile to impress them and get them to see that Sentinel is the for them. Yes, your formal riding wear will help give the right impression for sure. Of you go and I will make sure Sentinel looks her best”
Merel quickly left the office and made her way to her room where her kit was stored. She stripped off her yard clothes and quickly showered, pulled her hair into a beautiful French plait and started to don her formal riding clothes. Socks, her underwear and then a beautifully cut cotton blouse with a necktie. Next she pulled on her smartest jodphurs – they were dark and absolutely skin tight so it took Merel a while to get them on properly and straight. She admired herself in the mirror seeing how the fabric clung to her slim thighs and nice tight butt!
After brushing her red blazer down, she pulled the expensive garment on and when it was correctly in place, buttoned up the bright silver buttons and admired herself in the mirror. She was definitely not going to be the reason this sale did not go through. As much as she loved Sentinel, Merel knew how important this sale was going to be and she stepped out her room with the confidence that her riding outfit always gave her. Shoulders back and with her riding hat under her arm she strode purposely to Jack’s office.
“How do I look? Will this do, Jack?”
“wow, Merel you look amazing, you certainly do scrub up well don’t you. Look, their car is on its way so they should be here any minutes, lets wait for them in the yard. I will do the introductions and then take them to the barn and then I will leave you and Sentinel to do your thing. I will watch from the office on the cameras. Merel, I know this goes without saying but please can I ask that you do your absolute best here for me. I will be really grateful if we get this sale done. We can all have a great Christmas this year”
“don’t panic Jack. I have got this and I know that Sentinel is ready and wont put a foot wrong. It sounds like a car coming now”
At that very moment a dark blue rolls-royce glided up the drive and came to a stop in front of the office and a liveried driver stepped out and opened the rear door, standing to attention as the occupants started to get out. The first thing Merel could see was a high court shoe, a slender stocking clad ankle and then the dark grey skirt as the lady emerged from the car, dressed in a very expensive suit, which almost looked like a uniform but clearly very well tailored. The lady was stunning. Not that much older than, Merel bit darker in complexion with long hair gave her an exotic look. She approached jack with her hand held out.
“Good morning, Helga De Jong, nice to meet you”
Jack shook her hand. “Jack Phillips, very pleased to meet you and this young lady is Merel. Merel will be the one showing Sentinel shortly. Can I get you any refreshments?”
“Hello, Merel. I am so glad you will be helping me this morning” She shook Merel’s hand perhaps lingering a little too long while she ran her eyes over the slim body of the willing young stable girl. “Very glad indeed. I think I would rather get straight into the viewing thank you Jack. Perhaps if it all goes well we can have that refreshment afterwards”
“as you like, Miss De Jong”
“please call me Helga, I am a simple representative of Mr Tengku so no need to be so formal. Merel and I are going to get better acquainted and then see you later?”
“and of course, Sentinel?”
“ha ha, yes Merel my dear, yes and Sentinel”
She took Merel’s arm and invited Merel to lead them off to the waiting barn where Sentinel and Merel were about to perform the most important show of their lives. The two young women headed off to the barn while Jack returned to the office uttering a silent prayer that Merel would be able to pull this off. He got himself comfortable and turned on the cameras showing the barn and watched as Merel showed Helga their pride and Joy, Sentinel.
Sentinel was a beautiful mare, 14 hands and pure white apart from dark flecks in her main and tail a valuable thoroughbred and possibly the stables lifeline, without this sale they would likely go under. He could see plenty of laughing and smiling as Helga ran her hands over Sentinel’s coat and patted the huge animal. Helga stood in the middle of the bard as Merel led Sentinel over to the steps, and with the practised art, mounted the and then walked her over to near Helga.
“what would you like to see, Helga, Sentinel is a very intelligent animal, very sensitive, a little shy but deep down she is a bit of an exhibitionist and likes to show herself off”
“perhaps you could start with just walking up and down while I study her gait and form and then we can move onto some other things, trotting and a gallop perhaps”
Merel had already started parading for Helga keeping Sentinel at the slow walk, turning in tight circles to show of her footwork and then an extended walk, all the time focusing on her own poise and posture, head up, back straight totally in control.
“how about something more exciting, Merel perhaps you can start to trot for me”
At once Merel started to put Sentinel through his paces and picked up the pace as the trot started, rising and falling in the saddle in time with her movement. It was hot in the bard and this activity was causing a slight sweat to break out on Sentinel’s flanks and Merel herself could feel a little perspiration run down her back under her thick formal riding gear.
“Faster, Merel, faster. You ride so beautifully and you look beautiful up there. Sentinel is an amazing but I am here to see much more yet”
Merel obeyed immediately and set out long faster circuits of the barn letting Sentinel take on a little but always in control. After a few more circuits, Merel came to a stop closer to Helga and wiped her brow with her gloved hand.
“Phew I am sorry Helga but I need a quick drink if that is alright, it is so warm in here today. Let me get Sentinel a drop too”
“is it hot, I have not noticed but then I am used to the more humid climate. Please don’t stand on ceremony, please take of that blazer, it looks very warm and restricting, and I would like to see much more before we discuss the sale. No need for you to overheat is there.”
“Thank you Helga, it would be great to take this jacket off and cool down. As long as you don’t mind”
“why would I mind my dear? Go ahead and take it off”
Merel took her jacket off, hung it on the stall wall and the remounted Sentinel relishing the slightly cooler atmosphere and then started off again, faster and faster circles round the barn before she noticed Helga waiving to her to stop. This was it, she had seen enough, Had Merel done enough.
“that is really good thank you Merel, but I know what Mr Tengku has in mind for Sentinel and so I must ask you for some more lets say unusual viewings. Are you able to ride safely bareback, with no saddle. Mr Tengku and his consortium, really favour the more natural look and never have their horses saddled and so I need to see how he reacts to that. Can you control him without stirrups for example?”
Merel was a little taken aback at first as it is quite a skill to ride any without a saddle but luckily it was something she had trained in and in fact, often took Sentinel for a ride in the paddock without taking time to saddle him up.
“I can do that yes, Helga, just give me a few minutes to take the saddle off and I will show you what a well mannered , Sentinel is. Once you have her trained she will obey even the simplest of instructions. I barely use the crop on her, just enough to steer her in the right direction”
Merel busied herself taking and storing the saddle and then gave Sentinel another drink and a rub down on her back to improve her own grip on the horses flanks. She also took another long drink herself and used a towel to mop her face which by now was quite red and flushed.
“Merel my dear, before you get back up and show me some more, I think your blouse is making you hot but also it is strange to see the rider wearing such a garment, Mr Tengku is rather traditional and likes a more Asian approach to his riders. Would you slip your shirt off so that it looks more authentic for me. It will really help my assessment”
At first Merel want to refuse but then she thought of what Jack would say if she made Helga change her mind about the sale and then thought better off it and slipped the blouse off her shoulders, and started off to the corner to get a t shirt when Helga grabbed her arm.
“you are fine just as you are, Merel. Please continue just like and enjoy the freedom it is just us girls here and it will be so much cooler”
Merel was a little confused as to where this was going but decided not to make a fuss. It was just the girls in the barn but she was conscious that Jack would be watching from the office but he had seen her like this before in any case.
“I will do anything to get this sale done” Merel thought to herself and she clambered aboard Sentinel which was not so easy now there were no stirrups but she quickly got herself in position and picking up the reins started into a slow walk to get herself and Sentinel used to the lack of saddle and when she was ready broke into a slow trot. It was this stage that Merel first felt a strange feeling, the lack of the saddle meant that her legs were in direct contact with the and of course being spread so far apart and no way to rise caused her to bounce as the trotted to order.
She could feel herself rubbing on the animals back as they circled the barn and to her horror realised that this movement was starting to give her a lovely familiar feeling between her legs and in her belly. Her tender parts were being constantly rubbed and pressed as the trot continued and soon she realised that if this continued much longer she would become fully aroused. Oh dear god don’t let Helga realise what is going on.
“Merel, you both look beautiful but something is still not right, can you come over here as I think I know what it is”
Merel came across to Helga and was grateful that the heat in the barn was providing a great reason as to why she was so flushed in the face”
“I am really sorry to have to ask this Merel but it is really important to Mr Tengku and his colleagues that I do a very thorough job while I am here. So please hear me out before you say anything. The consortium will be using these horses at one of their riding centres in Malaysia and as you can imagine they will cater for the very rich and influential crowd, people with distinct tastes and expectations and the money to see they get it. Sentinel is almost perfect for what he has in mind but I have one last request…well demand really.”
“What would you like me to do, Helga, please just ask me, tell me what to do”
“well Merel, what I would need you to do for me is to strip off and ride the naked. I know it is a lot to ask but can you do that for me? You seem like a lovely young girl, very obedient and loyal a bit like Sentinel in fact. What do you say?”
Merel blushed even more than she was already and a small erotic charge went off in her brain and found its way down to her lower belly and she caught her breathe. Could she do it, would she do it…she already knew that she would do it, anything to help make the sale….or was there something else going on. Merel had secretly always liked photos of young naked women on horseback, it was one of her favourite fantasies when she was alone in bed.
“You want me to ride Sentinel total naked, Helga?”
“yes please my dear, it is what Mr Tengku will expect, what I will certainly need to see and what I am sure you will certainly enjoy. This is the final thing I need from you so please don’t make any fuss and lets just enjoy it”
Nodding to herself, Merel had nothing more to say, the fierce determination to fulfil her fantasy had now overtaken her and she slowly removed her sports bra and handed it to Helga. Now free her breast looked amazing slightly glowing with a sheen of sweat from her exertions and nipples so hard it was obvious to Helga that the young girl was aroused. Merel’s breathing came in little gasps as she firs removed her long black leather boots, her socks and the set about lowering her impossibly tight jodphurs.
Soon enough Merel stood stark naked in front of Helga, suddenly a little shy she tried to shield her nakedness and nervously moved from foot to foot.
“hmmm very nice, very nice indeed, shall we begin, Merel?”
The slightly subdued by highly aroused young stable girl walked Sentinel over to the mounting steps and suddenly didn’t know how to get onboard. She was suddenly aware of her nice pert breasts swaying as she got into place, her nipples aching. Suddenly aware that she was wet down there and that as she spread her legs wider apart on the , her pussy would be rubbing inexorably against the backbone of Sentinel. Would she be able to avoid the ultimate shame of cumming in front of Helga….oh my God and Jack. Jack would see her as well. Despite her humiliation, Merel knew she had to continue and so she set off.
As Merel circled the barn in larger and larger circles around where Helga sttod she could now realise that when the trot started she would be lost. Such was the pressure on her sensitive pussy and the constant rubbing of her clit would soon drive her to the edge. God help her let me hold off until later.
“SWISH, Crack – right Merel let me see what you can do, a fast trot now please” Where had Helga got that sulky whip from? She was now centre stage like a ring master pointing with the whip as she directed Merel to do her bidding. Helga knew exactly what was happening to Merel as she too had been in that position back at the riding school herself driven to ride Mr Tengku’s horses relentlessly for the pleasure of the assembled guests, constantly orgasming as she was driven harder and harder. She need to test Merel.
“Faster now my dear, faster”
“Owwwww, what was that” Helga had swung the sulky whip from behind her back and delivered a scorching stripe across not Sentinel’s back but Merel’s causing a scream and red welt to show up against her tender white skin. A second cut landed much lower across the tope of her rump. That whip was for horses not surely.
“Please stop, Helga I am doing my best, there is no need for the whip, it hurts”
“hush my dear hush. I am not using the whip because you are not doing well enough, it is a reward for your performance, trust me you will soon see” a cruel grin spread across Helga’s face as she again laid the whip across Merel’s body, the tip curling around and striking her exposed breast. It was pure arousal that spread across Merel’s face as the pain from the whip combined with the constant pressure on her clit as she rode faster and faster driving herself to an enormous orgasm.
She could feel it building in her belly, her nipples ached more than ever before, her thighs were sore from gripping so tightly, her juices were now mixed with her sweat coating Sentinel as she rode on and on. Merel was close, very close and with two hard lashes from the sulky whip she came screaming. Hugging Sentinel’s neck, Merel came over and over again as the gradually slowed to a halt but the sulky whip continued to lash her ass keeping the peak of her pleasure going on and on.
Merel was now sobbing such was the intensity of her orgasm and she need to be helped from the and Helga laid her gently on the floor at her feet as she sat on a bench, stroking her hair. After a while, Merel calmed herself and reclaiming some form of control she raised herself up and knelt between Helga’s knees.
“Did we do well, Helga, please tell me I did ok , please tell me that you will buy Sentinel, she really is am an amazing . Sentinel will make you so very happy, please say you will buy her.
“hush my dear shhhh. Please don’t worry Merel, please don’t worry at all. The contract for Sentinel is already signed, we agreed it last week with Jack. The real reason I am here is for you!”
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Chang's first Assignment
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Posted:Oct 2, 2023 4:00 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2023 7:59 am 3291 Views
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It was strange on her first real day of work. Chang had been recruited for the Army straight from the pleasure house in Macau by a Colonel in the army. He was sure that everyone knew he frequented these places but they decided to keep Chang’s employment as a secret. That is not to say that the Colonel would not continue to visit her from time to time to pleasure himself with her.
Chang, a quick learner, sailed through induction and basic training with honours and it was no surprise when she was allocated to the Colonel’s own unit - Counter Intelligence. She was fitted with the special uniform, a beautifully cut green jacket and skirt. The jacket cut tight hugging her slim body accentuating what curves she did have, bright shiny buttons right up to the top with just a small collar. A white shirt, again tight fitting and wonderfully made set off with a small red tie at the throat.
The skirt was also tight and knee length, it showed off her beautiful ass and with a small slit at the back, a good deal of her slim thighs. Knee length shiny black leather boots completed the ensemble. Chang liked to wear simple but beautiful white underwear beneath it and went bare legged as she learnt her first posting would be to the Dutch East Indies, a hot and humid region.
There had been intelligence that a small but determined group had begun a regime of criticising he Chinese regime and their habit of taking Malaysian, and Singaporean inhabitants back to China to work as either indenture slaves or worse. That criticism was becoming more vocal and gaining traction on social media but more recently it had led to attacks on the Chinese recruitment centres themselves. The group thought they were safe outside China……they were wrong.
One of the many spies employed in Java had thought they had discovered someone who would be on interest to Chang and that was a student at a local college, a lovely young girl of 22, long dark hair, dark complexion studying media studies, her name was Anouk and she had been identified as a link in the organisation and targeted for questioning.
Chang sent her grab team to follow Anouk home and snatch her at the appropriate moment so they would not be seen. This is how it came to pass that when Chang walked into her interrogation suite that Anouk was already sitting at the desk, hooded and hands tied in her lap.
“Anouk Visser, you have been a naughty young lady haven’t you, my dear”
Anouk turned to where the voice came from and could recognise the slight accent and realised that she could be in trouble here. When she was snatched outside her apartment, at first she thought it was perhaps a sexual assault but when they simply bundled her into the van, it was clear this was something else, something more sinister, much more sinister.
“now listen to me, my dear. I need to ask you one simple question and then all this unpleasentness will be over and you can go home. I do not have time to wait for your response and so I will ask you once only and you will answer me or you will suffer and then tell me anyway. Just save me time and yourself a great deal of pain and tell me what I want to know. It is not you we are after, we know you simply use the college equipment to distribute information and messages from the organisation but you are the end of the chain. All I want to know is the name of the person who gives you the information. Simple isn’t it.
“ I am sorry but I don’t know what you are talking about, I am just a student and I don’t work for any organisation. Please let me go and I will say nothing to anyone I…”
“Shssshh hush my dear” Chang pressed her hand against Anouk’s mouth through the hood. “I said all I wanted is a name nothing more. Please don’t think me naïve. I know everything about your involvement all that I don’t know is who your supplier is. So, when I remove my hand you have 1 last chance and then you will be made to suffer. Now what do you have to tell me?”
“I…I…really do not know anything…..Ouch!!
Chang slapped Anouk hard across both cheeks.
“Foolish girl. Ok prepare her I will be back soon”
Chang left the suite and went to her private washroom. Torturing always got her aroused and Anouk would be no different. While her soldiers prepared Anouk, Chang pulled up her skirt and started to slowly run her fingers along her aching mons teasing herself and feeling her moisture build, she reached inside her jacket to pinch her nipples and gasped as her arousal grew. If only she could finish herself off but she had work to do and it would be much better after she heard Anouk screaming. She restored her clothing and strode back into the interrogation room.
Anouk was now naked and shackled to a frame against the far wall, her back to the wall, arms and legs spread into an X shape, she was already sweating profusely and struggling to escape and moaning through her ball gag. How cruel it is to carry out an interrogation when the victim is gagged and unable to answer her questions, but she was warned and now she will just suffer for her stubbornness.
Chang walked slowly across to Anouk, picking up a thin whippy cane on the way until she was right next to the terrified student. She grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face towards her.
“You foolish girl, you could have avoided all this and now you will suffer for it. There will be no more questions for now just pain. Perhaps when I next speak to you, the answer I need will be forthcoming, my dear”.
Chang stepped back and gave herself some room. She braced her slim wiry and struck hard. She whipped the cane hard into the left calf of Anouk who responded with a muffled scream and scream she did every time the whippy little rod struck home. Change took her time working all the way up Anouk’s left leg until she reached her ass, some 40 strokes in all and Anouk suffered as each painful line was raised on her vulnerable flesh. Chang moved slightly and repeated the action on the poor struggling girls right leg.
On and on went the caning and by the time Chang had reached the poor girls exposed ass, Anouk was sobbing and mumbling incoherently with her head slumped forwards. The first cut to her ass struck home and she went into a spasm of screaming and struggling, but Chang just laughed and flogged away striping Anouk’s flesh with red angry welts. The caning continued until Anouk’s back from her ankles to her shoulders were covered in think dark red welts, criss crossing her skin and she had almost given up the struggle.
Never in her life had she felt such agony and shackled to the wall as she was there was nothing she could do to stop it. I am not even a member of the organisation, thought Anouk. They just use me when it suits them but I know what danger they will be in If I give her a name. but if I don’t give her something, she will kill me. I have to hold out but surely they will understand, I cant stand pain and this is agony and it will only get worse. I have to think of myself, but how can I betray them.
Anouk’s mental struggle was almost as hard as her physical struggle to avoid the burning slashing cane….almost. Such was the burning pain in her skin that Anouk did not even realise the savage beating had ceased, she was just sobbing loudly, her mouth stretched by the ball gag caused her spittle to run down her body, mixing with the sweat that coated her tortured skin.
Chang was now standing by Anouk, the cane tucked under her uniformed arm as she reached out and stroked her matted hair.
“hush my dear, hush my dear it is almost over for you. Now listen to me carefully. When I remove your gag, you are going to speak only to confirm the name of your contact and nothing else whatsoever. If you fail to comply, I will be forced to turn you around and start again on your front side and if you think your back is sore imagine your more sensitive parts caned so severely. You are just a pawn in this game and you have suffered enough. Just one name and your ordeal is over. Be sensible my dear and help yourself.”
Chang had been softly caressing the poor girls back igniting the pain from the cane marks bringing fresh moans from Anouk. She ran her hands up the back until she reached the clasp of the ball gag and slowly released the belt and helped Anouk remove the gag from her wide spread mouth. Anouk sucked in a breathe after breathe and looking into Chang’s eyes with pleading spoke.
“H…Helga. Helga de Jong is my contact. Oh god forgive me, Helga is the girl you are looking for”
Anouk broke down now and started to really cry as her shame of betrayal hit her.
“Thank you my dear, there that wasn’t so hard was it. How foolish of your to suffer for Helga in this way, you could have avoided this if you had just been sensible. Thank you. I look forward to paying Helga a visit shortly. Guards, just to be thorough get this one turned round and go to work on her front, perhaps the whip will be better than the cane. Lets see what else she knows. I need to rest up and prepare for Helga”.
“NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
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Becoming Chang
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Posted:Sep 29, 2023 7:16 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2023 8:00 am 5292 Views
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The young Chang was now the leading concubine in all of Macau and had risen in rank to be second only to the House Mother. She was given the role of control of the other and was responsible for their training. Chang was quick to realise that when the girls, herself included, failed to maintain the standards of the house, they would be beaten long and hard. It was a valuable tool in order to address these failings however, it could be viewed as counter productive.
Following a severe thrashing, each girl was unable to work properly, partly due to the pain itself but the main reason was that the gentlemen who visited the house, did not enjoy coupling with girls who had been freshly whipped. Some of the VIP’s were not squeamish at all, on the contrary they often wanted to whip the girls themselves but wanted a blank canvas to adorn with their lashes.
The house had tried other punishments that fell short of an actual beating but as the girls were not paid and did not enjoy a social life or any privacy at all, it was difficult to find something that acted as sufficient deterrent. Pain it seems was the only answer. Pain was what the young Chang considered to be her area of expertise. Not only was she a cruel, cruel woman but she was also intelligent and highly imaginative.
She very quickly decided to alter the whippings so that the girls backs and asses would be spared. It was not pity, it was expedience. Bastinado was a little know practice in China at this time but once Chang started to punish the girls in this way, it quickly took hold and became the way all pleasure houses worked.
Chang would tell the girl to be punished to attend her in the punishment room. She would tell them to strip off their skirts and robes and to take off any socks or stocking so that the feet were quite bare. The girls would then lie on the floor and their tiny, delicate feet would be secured to a thick bamboo pole. The toes themselves would b e tied and pulled backward and attached to the pole also, exposing the soft souls to Chang. She would then have two other girls to take hold of the Bamboo and pull them upwards until the poor unfortunate girl’s bottom left the floor.
Once in position, Chang would pick up a single leather strap or a multi tailed whip and would start to flog the offered feet of the punishee. At first the House Mother was sceptical but once the unearthly screams of the girls rang through the punishment room she was convinced. Chang enjoyed this punishment and flogged away only pausing to scold the poor girl. 10, 20, 30 strokes across the burning souls. The pain grew and grew unabated as the whip continued to fall and where you had to be careful when whipping a young back, not to draw blood, there were no such worries with feet.
40, 50 60 strokes never any less for each punishment. If there was a more serious offence the punishment would be carried out with a thin whippy cane until the girl would pass out with the unbearable agony. Chang always enjoyed these duties and was especially enthusiastic when she worked and entertained a VIP after she had dealt with the , such was her levels of arousal.
Bastinado was not the only evil that Chang employed. Boiling hot wax applied to the sensitive young bodies reducing the girls to cries and moans as the burning scalded their young breasts or their belly. Clamps for nipples made from bamboo and silk thread. Two parallel stick tied ever tighter together with thread crushing the sensitive young buds between them. Even worse was when the clamps were cut off and the blood pulsed back into the tortured flesh.
Riding the was a fearful punishment that the cruel Chang developed. A sharp edged piece of wood was set into adjustable uprights so that the sharp cross piece could be made to fit any girl despite her height. The girl would be made to strip naked, straddle the cross piece until it was adjusted to such a height that in order to raise their secret parts away from the painfully sharp edge, the girl would have to stand on their tiptoes.
It was a cruel punishment for a young girl, very quickly her calves would cramp and her stamina would run out causing her to lower down on to the edge of the wood, after several moments the pain would transfer into the delicate folds between their thighs as her weight was take solely on the wooden edge. After a while, the girl would raise herself up on tiptoe to relieve the pain in her belly until inevitable they could no longer stand on pointe. And so the pattern was followed again and again, on tiptoe until it was time to gain some rest and suffer further. Chang would often leave the girl “riding” for an hour before returning to allow the sweat stained girl some relief. Working after such an ordeal was especially difficult.
Kneeling onto a plat covered in rice was another endurance based punishment with the poor unfortunate feeling the pain grow and grow as time passed. There seems no end to the devious torments that Chang could dream up. It was not long before a Colonel in the Chinese army, who was reclining on the bed after Chang had thoroughly drained him of all his power with vigorous sex, began to discuss the punishment regime with her. He liked what he heard and as well as bringing him back to full hardness, he realised that he needed her special kind of evil cruelty in his Interrogation team> it could be done but for now he simply wanted to enjoy the mouth of the most talented pleasure slave in Macua once last time.
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