A Woman's Place Ch. 03

Ellie ran to the bucket, getting there just in time to empty the contents of her stomach. She dry heaved for a few moments and then lay on the cold concrete floor letting it cool her sweating face. Someone must have heard her being sick and taken pity because the bottom cat flat opened and a paper cup of water was pushed through. Crawling over to it, Ellie gulped it down gratefully, washing the taste of vomit from her mouth.

Something was wrong. Ellie could feel her brain fogging up and her limbs became reluctant to move. Stumbling to her feet, Ellie attempted to bang on the door and shout for help but all of her strength was sapped and she flopped backwards onto the bench with a hard thud, dragged into unconsciousness by whatever had been put into that water.

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"Oh yeah... you're all hot in there little slave, aren't you."

Ellie heard the words but couldn't process them. She was lying on her back with one leg dangling down off the side of the bench. Her head was thumping and she hadn't managed to open her eyes yet.

"Are you gonna get wet for me? No? Shall I be kind then and spit on your tight little cunt?" Feeling was starting to come back to her and Ellie groaned at the sensation of rough fingers invading her most intimate places.

"Coming back to me at last eh? Just in time to feel my cock split you open. You'd like that wouldn't you little slave." Ellie moved her head from side to side and frowned. Her body wasn't responding to the growing sense of urgency and dread that had flooded her stomach. She heard Dredge above her unzipping himself and then felt his hot pole rubbing up and down her slit.

"Mmmm. Are you ready?" he slapped his cock onto Ellie's clit a few times making her jump and moan. Then he positioned himself at her entrance and began to push. Ellie was completely dry which made his dick bend with the resistance.

"Come on you little slut -- open up." he said spitting onto his cock. Distracted by what was going on down there, Dredge failed to notice that Ellie had opened her eyes. For someone who'd just been drugged, Ellie managed to move pretty quickly. She grabbed Dredge's greasy hair and slammed his head sideways into the wall. While Dredge was still dazed by the blow, Ellie scrambled out from under him and looked for something to hit him with. There was only one thing in the room -- she grabbed the bucket and tipped the contents over his head.

"URGH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" said Dredge turning to face her. Ellie brought the bucket down hard onto his crown hearing a very satisfying metallic clang as it made contact. The door was open -- Dredge clearly wasn't too bothered about who saw him doing what to the merchandise. Ellie shot out of it and ran in the direction she'd come from. She turned left, left again, then a right and then... bugger... which way? All the corridors looked the same and she couldn't remember where she went next.

"ESCAPEE! ESCAPEE!" Dredge was screeching at the top of his lungs. Then something like a fire alarm was ringing in her ears making her aching head want to explode. Ellie ran in random directions not having a clue which way to go. Through sheer luck she spotted the old staircase and ran towards it. Feeling sure she could remember the way once she got to the top, she allowed herself a tiny smile. She'd go straight home to Ben. He'd be so incredibly pleased to see her that he'd forget all about her running away and stealing his car. She'd happily march herself back into her prison and stay there forever if he so wished. She never wanted to see another man ever again and....

SLAM! Ellie had run headlong into the solid chest of one of the handlers. Landing on her backside she looked up into his unsmiling face.

"Please, please just let me go. Dredge was... he was on top of me and I... oh God, no...I don't belong here... I belong to Ben and he'll be looking for me... please, please..."

"THERE'S THE LITTLE CUNT! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GRAB HER!" shouted Dredge as he scuttled round the corner wiping her vomit from his eyes.

The handler shrugged his shoulders and flipped her onto her stomach. Ellie felt his weight settle on her back and he pinned her arms behind her so that her hands were holding the opposite elbow.

"Thought that was pretty fucking funny did you? Well I've got just the thing to wipe the smile off your face bitch." Ellie wasn't sure who Dredge thought he was looking at but she wasn't laughing or smiling at all. "Take her to the stocks."

"What about the auction Mr Dredge? Her price will..."

"I don't give a flying fuck about her price. I want to see this little cunt punished and I don't care how much it puts the buyers off." Dredge snapped as he stormed away to get cleaned up. Two more handlers had shown up by this point and they had no difficulty fitting the pole to Ellie's collar and dragging her into a new room. The stocks were exactly what Ellie had pictured -- one large hole for the neck and two smaller ones on either side for the wrists. The three handlers wrestled her into position and slammed the top down, pinning her in place. Ellie was bent over at the waist with her backside vulnerable and her breasts hanging below her for anyone to fondle without hindrance. She was helpless.

SWISH.

Ellie whimpered. It didn't take much imagination to guess what had made that sound.

SWISH, SWISH, SWISH.

Dredge walked into view whipping a cane through the air. He had washed the majority of the vomit off but he still had some on his suit jacket and he looked less than pleased about it. Ellie closed her eyes and whimpered again.

"I love that sound..." said Dredge with a smile. "...a woman's fear is intoxicating don't you think? Whimper again for me... no - beg me not to hurt you. Let's hear what you sound like when you beg little slave." he looked at her expectantly. Ellie clammed up.

"No? Well let's see how long it takes before you DO start to beg shall we?" and he walked behind her where she couldn't see him.

"Take it easy Mr Dredge." warned one of the handlers but Dredge wasn't listening.

SWISH -- CRACK! Fire burned through Ellie's backside and she opened her mouth in a silent scream.

SWISH -- CRACK! Ellie cried out that time -- it was unavoidable.

SWISH -- CRACK! Ellie fought with the stocks knowing full well there was no escape.

"Do you know what the best thing about a cane is little slave?" SWISH -- CRACK! "You can beat a girl with it for hours..." SWISH -- CRACK! "...but it leaves no permanent..." SWISH -- CRACK! "...or long lasting damage." SWISH -- CRACK! "Oh it'll leave welts and bruises of course..." SWISH -- CRACK! "...but I hardly think that counts, do you?" SWISH -- CRACK! Ellie was screaming now. It hurt so much but Dredge kept beating her without let up. He was spacing each one so that she could feel its full sting before laying the next one onto her already bruising backside. Neither of them noticed the handler's exchange of words nor did they look up when one of the brawny men slipped quietly from the room.

"Still no begging little slave?" SWISH -- CRACK! "It's impressive but all you're doing is spurring me on to beat you harder." SWISH -- CRACK! "Having said that, I might need to have a short break in a minute..." SWISH -- CRACK! "...not for long, you understand,..." SWISH -- CRACK! "...just long enough to fuck that little cunt of yours." SWISH -- CRACK! Ellie's brain seemed to be overloading. She couldn't take any more pain and her knees began to buckle but every time they did, her weight would pull her down and she'd choke in the stocks. SWISH -- CRACK! The beating continued and Ellie thought this would be the end.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING DREDGE?!!" The tall, suited man who'd interviewed Ellie earlier had come storming into the room flanked by one of the handlers. He continued shouting at Dredge while the handlers hurried to release Ellie from the stocks.

They caught her as she fell and she passed out in their arms.