Taylor did not return to the house for a further forty eight hours, her excitement mounted as she open the outer door of the basement. It was not that Taylor wasn’t frightened, on the contrary, she did feel quite apprehensive. However, this emotion only seemed to add to her already heighten feeling of sexuality to create a heady mix. On opening the inner door, she heard a movement directly underneath it. This she had anticipated, as Fred tried to make a lunge for her. What Fred hadn’t seen, due to the fact that he had spent the last two days in total darkness, was the Taylor was carrying a stun gun. As soon as she caught sight of Fred she fired and two cables, which made themselves at home, attached to Fred’s chest. He dropped down slowly, losing consciousness. As he fell he rolled down the last remaining stairs to the basement floor, where Taylor promptly started to divest him of all his clothing.
When Fred next awoke, he found himself again in darkness. Although feeling quite week he made to stand up. It was then that Fred received his first shock; he couldn’t stand up! He appeared to be kneeling on all fours and the restraints he felt on his wrists and ankles were keeping him that way. The second shock that came Fred’s way was when he realised he was naked, except for the restraints on his wrists and ankles and a large collar of some sort around his neck. Fred discovered, by trial and error, that the restraints on his ankles and wrists were connected in various ways by metal shafts that allowed for no upward movement. A heavy chain being attached from the collar around his neck to the shaft that ran between wrist restraints further hindered his progress. The only movements that were possible for Fred to make were small shuffling movements. To add to Freds discomfort, he was feeling incredibly thirsty and hungry.
At that moment Fred heard the basement hatch being opened and a stream of fresher air filled the dank room and a light was swiched on. He heard the sound of high heels descending the stairs but it took over a minute for him to make out who it was because his eyes needed that time to adjust. What he saw gave him his third shock of the day. There was Taylor, now standing right in front of him, looking very much the way she had when he had last seen her, only this time she had a very severe looking whip which she was running through her well manicured hands.
Fear flowed instantly through Fred’s body and he made to run away forgetting entirely about the bondage his body was now in. This caused Fred to panic further and all he could do was to shuffle with all the energy he could muster to get away from the scenario that was unfolding before his very eyes. His bonds ensured that, even in a state of panic, he could only move at a very slow pace.
Taylor looked on at the scene in front of with great delight. The look of sheer terror on Fred’s face had been worth its weight in gold and to watch him scuffle away from here like some manic dog, amused her even more. When she spoke she spoke with great purpose and authority.
‘Stop’, she commanded.
Fred froze in his tracks, although frightened; he had never heard a voice so utterly authoritative before. He scuffled round to face where Taylor was standing, a look of great apprehension on his face.
‘I want you to crawl over to where I am standing, and then put your head to the floor in front of me. You will not speak.’
Fred felt totally exposed, not only was he bound on all fours like a dog, but he was also stark naked.
‘What are you going to with me’, he managed to intone with a trembling voice.
‘I told you not to speak, do so again and you will only make matters worse. Now, I will not tell you again, crawl over to my feet and place you head to the floor’.
Taylor was smiling, both inwardly and outwardly.
Fred felt he no alternative but to comply, he did not want to annoy this woman any further than he had already. He scuffled slowly over to where Taylor stood, placed his head to the floor right in front of Taylor’s black patent stilettos. Fred was trembling the whole time, because of the fear of not knowing what was about to happen to him. Taylor could see his whole body was shaking, as he supplicated himself in front of her, she then spoke to the creature beneath her.
‘I am now going to whip you, this will be the first time, but certainly not the last, you will feel the kiss of this whip’.
Fred made to speak.
‘Don’t’. Came Taylor’s very sharp reply.
‘You will, of course, try to evade the lashes but as you have already established, you movements are severely limited. You will not be able to escape what I am about to do to you’. Taylor let the words slowly sink into Fred’s brain, to ensure that the level of his terror rose significantly.
Taylor ran the tails of the Cat one last time through her hands and then raised her arm up high. At that moment Fred looked up to see what was happening and let out a scream of shock and disbelief rather than pain. The first sound he heard was the sound of the lash, as well as the sound of the contact of leather on flesh. An explosive sound, a sound that was quite unique and one he would never forget. The pain, when it came, was so intense that all the fight he could muster within side himself could not harness and deflect it in any way. It was a pure pain, white in colour and red in anger. The scream he let out was from the depths of his soul, and yet did not seem part of him. As if the whip were conversing with another, Fred Bradshore, a deeply real individual, a man he had never, but had always suspected, he would meet. The whip had landed on the base of his back and his ass, causing red welts to appear instantly.
‘Did you enjoy the first stroke of my whip Fred?’, asked Taylor mockingly.
‘Please, please no, nooo more, please, please Taylor, please’. At that point the whip fell for a second time and the pain seemed greater than the first. ‘Please Taylor no, no, please stop, it’s too much, I can’t take it’, screeched Fred, his voice almost one whole register higher than it was normally.
‘Oh, but you will take it Fred, all bad boys have to take thier punishment. And you have been a very bad boy Fred, and will have to punished very severely.’ Again Taylor ran the tails of the whip through her hand, caressing her alley in the destruction of their common enemy.
Part 2 of 3.
Originally posted 2014-10-12 12:00:53.