Katsumi's Mission

One of the sets of fingernails lifted off, and there was the gentle rustling of something being pulled out of Takara's clothing.

"If you are not..."

Katsumi felt the leather of a short whip being dragged across her ass. She felt Takara's body shift just before it lifted up and came down hard right above her cheeks.

Katsumi yelped, took in a couple of deep breaths, then begged, "Please, just let me go. I-"

The whip struck her again, and as she was crying out Takara grabbed her under her jaw and pulled upwards, straining her neck and forcing her jaw shut.

"There will be none of that. Just listen, do what you are told, and there will be far more pleasure than pain."

She let Katsumi go, then took a moment to enjoy watching Katsumi gently struggling, slowly twisting and flexing her wrists. She had seen this before, and it was one of her favorite parts- when the girl knew that there was no chance of escape, and had lost most of her will to resist, but still half-consciously struggled against her rope, not being able to completely accept her fate.

Takara began to untie Katsumi's wrist, feeling confident that she had beaten her into submission. She had expected it to take more that one night of being tied down, but none of the other girls had ever lasted so long, and stripped of her weapons and clothing Katsumi was now only another young woman, as vulnerable as any other.

Katsumi's wrist barely resisted, just as it had while still bound, as Takara placed it across her back and held it in place. As she held that wrist with one had, she began to free the other wrist. Katsumi simply laid there, her eyes closed and her breathing betraying her fear. She was too scared to oppose her captor now.

Taraka finished untying her second wrist and pulled it behind her back. She positioned Katsumi's arms to be tied again, and reached for a length of rope. It was almost as if Katsumi had been able to sense that her eyes were no longer watching her, and the moment she glanced away Katsumi had jumped to life and had grabbed Takara's wrist, twisting it and using it to force her to roll off of her body.

Katsumi, her ankles still bound, lifted herself up as much as she could and pulled, trying to slide Takara's body under hers where she could subdue her. As she did, Takara screamed loudly.

The room had been built to be almost sound proof, but not completely. Takara's guards burst in, and with her feet still tied Katsumi was unable to fight them. Takara, visibly shaken, took a few minutes to calm herself. When she finally spoke it was with subdued anger.

"Well, I supposed that was foolish of me. But that will be the last time you try something like that. I will spend as much time as I need to today making sure of that."

She looked the guards in their eyes and made a motion toward the ceiling. Katsumi's hands were wrestled behind her head and held by one of the guards as the other wrapped the coarse rope around them. Katsumi was going to be punished harshly now, but she was prepared for the possibility. As the rope was pulled painfully tight around her wrists she cursed herself for acting too soon- she had caught Takara off guard, but long before the Princess had become comfortable enough to leave her a real opening. Takara was smart, and wouldn't leave herself in a dangerous position so easily. Now it would take her a while before she could make another attempt- and she would have nothing to do in the mean time but take the Princess' abuse.

The guards untied one of the Katsumi's ankles, then tied it to the other, binding her feet together. Just like with her hands, the guards seemed to make a little extra effort to see that they pulled the ropes until it hurt, but Katsumi tried to act like it didn't affect her. She was dragged over to a spot beneath where Takara had motioned to the ceiling, and her feet were tied to another metal ring bolted to the floor. Katsumi glanced up and saw that there was another ring in the ceiling with rope hanging from it. Almost as soon as she did, she was pulled up and the rope was tied to her hands.

The rope was pulled until her arms hand been forced above her head. The rope had been tied such that it was free to be pulled from one end, but not the other. Takara stepped in front of her, holding the other end of it, and gave another motion to her guards. She looked back to Katsumi and stared her directly in the eyes as the guards left the room and shut the door.

A cruel smile slid onto her face as she began to pull every bit of slack out of the rope. Katsumi was forced up onto the balls of her feet, and then her toes. With a few more pulls, Katsumi was left hanging by her wrists. Finally, the rope between her ankles and the ring on the floor ran out, leaving her body not just hanging but stretched in the air. Takara continued to pull, making sure that she had put as much strain on her slave as possible before tying off the end of the rope.

Katsumi felt as if she could barely breath tied like she was. She pulled with all of her strength, trying to force something to give her some slack, but the ropes were merciless. A hand grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her head back as much as it could go so that a cloth could be forced into it. Another cloth was used to tie it in place, first being run between her lips, around her head, then over them. It was tied as tightly as the ropes, almost making Katsumi gag as it was was knotted in place.

Katsumi closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing, trying to remain calm. She was ready for this. She wouldn't break or lose herself. Eventually she would win against Takara, and this nightmare would be over.

The whip struck her across the small of her back. Her entire body tried to pull away, but only caused the ropes to bite into the skin where she was anchored in place. She was struck again a little higher, and slowly the sting of the whip moved up her back. An extra moment elapsed after one blow, then Katsumi felt a vicious lash across the backs of her knees, catching her off guard and making her entire body tense again, renewing the pain on her wrists and ankles.

The whip made its way upward again, across the backs of her legs, up to her ass. Katsumi felt another pause, and prepared herself for another strike at a sensitive area. The whip hit her across the ass again, disarming Katsumi just long enough for the next lash to cone across her side, right under her arm, and wrapping around to hit her right breast. Once again Katsumi's body acted involuntarily, twisting this time. The next attack came in the exact same manner, only on her left side.

Katsumi tried to scream, but almost gagged on the cloth in her mouth for her trouble. Takara was good at this. She was very good at this. She wouldn't hit Katsumi hard enough to injure her skin and scar her precious slave, but she could keep this up for a very long time, and already Katsumi was feeling herself losing control. She had been forced into a psychological corner, and was almost forgetting what it was like not to be helpless and at Takara's mercy. That's what Princess Takara was trying to do, Katsumi realized; make her forget that she was every anything other than a slave.

The line of thought made Katsumi indignant enough for a moment to reinvigorate her. The Princess, however, had more than a moment. Princess Takara came into Katsumi's view, now concentrating fully on her breasts. Katsumi tried to keep her eyes open to watch Takara for each strike, but when she did she found herself looking into her cruel eyes. She could see just from Takara's eyes, and the way that they stared directly into hers, how much she was enjoying this. Katsumi shut her eyes, not being able to bear it.

The punishment seemed to last forever. It started to feel like something that would never end, that would simply be her state of being from now on. The feeling of hopelessness, of the complete inability to do anything to so much as stop Takara from enjoying this, took over, and Katsumi finally lost the ability to control herself.

She whined loudly through the gagged struggled wildly, and uselessly, as the strain on her body had not lessened at all. Princess Takara stopped long enough to let Katsumi wear herself out crash. After a few minutes, she simply hung limp from the rope.

The whipping resumed, and it almost seemed more bearable now that Katsumi had nothing left to lose anymore. She felt like she had already been broken, and now there was just the physical pain from the whip, and the dull sickness that she now felt that from being beaten so easily.

Eventually, the whipping stopped. The gag loosened, and the cloth was pulled out of her mouth.

"I am going to let you down now. You are going to pleasure me on your knees. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Princess Takara," said Katsumi, feeling even more sick to her stomach for it.

The rope holding her to the ceiling was loosened, and after a brief attempt to stay on her feet, Katsumi, fell to the floor. Princess Takara merely rolled her onto her stomach, pulled her hands behind her head, and tied them there after wrapping some rope around her neck. She untied Katsumi's feet, and lifted her up into a kneeling position. Soon her pussy was back in Katsumi's face.

Katsumi closed her eyes and weakly began to suck on the Princess' cunt. She kept telling herself that she was only broken for now; that when an opportunity came for escape, she would snap out of it, but she felt a deep fear that this would become an empty reassurance, and would fade away, leaving her as a true slave.

The Princess grabbed Katsumi's head and rubbed her pussy all over her face as she came. She moaned in pleasure as she did so, then gently tossed Katsumi to the floor. The girl almost seemed to fall asleep as soon as she was released. Takara took one of her ankles in her hand and rubbed it. The ropes and left them bruised, and Takara would have to give them and Katsumi's ankles a rest if she didn't wish to scar them. Fortunately, she had plans in place for this.

Katsumi didn't dare to move her own body. It hurt too much. She let Takara play with her ankle before putting it down, and was half-conscious as the Princess dragged her body over to a short talbe and pushed her on top. She was positioned such that the table ended right below her armpits, leaving her head and shoulders unsupported and hanging over the edge. Her legs dangled at the knees, with only her thighs on the table. She didn't move an inch as her legs were tied just below the knee to the legs of the table, leaving her feet a few inches from the ground.

She felt her hands being untied. Fighting didn't even occur to her. She was somewhere else, watching this from afar as her arms were tied to the legs, just above the elbow.

Princess Takara stood to one side of Katsumi and placed her hand on her breast. She was very gentle now, and even as sore as it was, Katsumi's skin barely hurt and Takara rubbed it. Soon she was leaning over her, licking and kissing each breast. That feeling from yesterday had come back; as much as she hated being touched like this, Princess Takara was able to make it feel so good. Katsumi moaned with pleasure. She still hadn't cum from the last time that she had been so turned on, and she was comfortable enough now to forget how sore she was.

Princess Takara chuckled.

"Now, you are ready for your punishment."

Katsumi winched. She barely found the strength to respond, begging between deep breaths, "Please, Princess Takara, I'm sorry. I'm your slave now, I'll give you myself however your want."

"Yes, and that is very good, but you still have to be punished, and you have just gotten to the point where I can properly do so."

The Princess' voice from right beside Katsumi's ear.

"You aren't really being punished as a slave until you've admitted that you are a slave to be punished. Until then, you're simply being attacked by somebody. The feeling is completely different, don't you think so?"

Katsumi didn't bother to respond. She didn't even open her eyes. She only took the opportunity that she had to rest. She heard a bit of noise as something was being placed over her. When she finally regained enough strength, she looked up to see a sort of cage and been placed over the table, resting on the sides of the table and open where Katsumi's shoulders and legs protruded out from under it. The Princess was placing candles along the bars. They were small, but there were dozens of them. She realized what was going to happen next.

She laid her head back, and closed her eyes again. Takara got up and walked away for a moment, the returned. Katsumi could guess that she was lighting the candles now. Before Princess Takara even finished, the first drop of wax fell on Katsumi's breast. She gasped weakly, and pulled even more weakly on her arms and legs. At least struggling didn't hurt as much now.

By the time the Princess had gotten up and walked away, several drops of wax were hitting her each second. They were small; the wax must have had very little viscosity. Still the number of them lit her whole body on fire. Katsumi writhed under the wax, breathing sharply and quickly. She heard Princess Takara open the door, then shut it again. The room was now quiet, and when Katsumi held her breath for a moment, she could almost hear the wax dripping onto her skin.

...........

In her dreams, Katsumi felt her pussy being played with. She half-realized that she was dreaming, but didn't have the waking clarity of thought to think about her situation back in the real world. Eventually, the dream drifted away, and she woke up to feel Princess Takara's fingers caressing her lips.

Takara saw her open her eyes, and pushed her fingers into Katsumi's pussy, rubbing it gently.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't able to stay around for your punishment this morning, but I had other things that needed my attention. Now I have more time to give you the attention you deserve."

Takara almost purred her last few words. She untied Katsumi's arms and sat her up, placing herself on the table right behind her, with both arms wrapped around her. One hand was fondling her breasts while the other was sliding across her pussy, Takara's chin coming down to rest on her shoulder. Katsumi instinctively grabbed the hand that was on her cunt, unable to close her still bound legs.

"No, no," whispered Takara, "don't fight it, especially not this part."

Katsumi kept her hands on Takara's, but offered no resistance as her fingers rubbed her clit. Katsumi tried to tell herself that she was only allowing this to happen because she had to bide her time- it was to early to fight yet. She had to wait. She knew that this was the logical thing to do, but she didn't feel like it was the reason that she wasn't fighting; it just felt like an excuse. She didn't know why she was letting this happen- whether she just wanted the physical pleasure that badly, or because she had already been tamed, but she didn't feel the desire to fight, and it was scaring the hell out of her.

Soon she was working her hips and biting her lip, almost ready to come. Takara seemed to know exactly when to stop and pull away, leaving Katsumi desperate for more. She thrust her hips uselessly for a moment, then realized something else that scared her- she was so used to being tied up that it took a few seconds for it to occur to her to do it herself. She reached for her pussy, only to be stopped when Takara grabbed both her hands and pulled them back.

"No, not yet, not like that. Let me show you true pleasure, the pleasure you can only get as a slave."

Katsumi was really starting to hate the way that Takara spoke to her. It grated on her, humiliating her. Princess Takara folded Katsumi's arms behind her back and began to tie them intricately. Katsumi felt her freedom melt away again as she felt the ropes encircling her, then tighten, then being tied off and tugged on playfully by the princess.

After her legs were untied, she was led over to the mat again. This time she was laid on her back, and her ankles were tied to the rings again. Princess Takara straddled her body, holding her down by the shoulders as she kissed her on the lips. Some more rope was produced and wrapped around Katsumi's neck, then tied off to another ring, holding Katsumi's head in place.. The princess took a minute to tighten everything up, leaving Katsumi completely immobile.

Princess Takara stood up. Katsumi watched her as she stripped off her clothing, tossing it aside. She lowered herself down again, laying her body on top of Katsumi's.

Katsumi closed her eyes as she felt the Princess' naked skin press down on hers. She felt arms wrap around her body, caressing it all over. She felt the Princess' lips kissing hers, her neck, and her shoulders. She felt her legs wrap around one of hers, grinding on it as a hand squeezed her breast. Everything felt so good, and deep down Katsumi started to hate herself as much as Takara for being so weak.

She felt Princess Takara get off of her, and watched as she walked over to a set of drawers. She opened on and pulled out a short, smooth wooden rod that was bent in the middle. Takara knelt over and began to insert the rod into Katsumi's open pussy. Katsumi used what little slack she had to grind on it as Takara slowly pushed it deeply into her.

After she had inserted it up to the bend, she sat on top of Katsumi again and began to insert the other end into herself. Soon she was working herself on it, and Katsumi as well in the process. Katsumi moaned and cried out as she finally felt the release of the orgasm that she had been waiting so long for. Princess Takara seemed to cum as well, but only thrusted harder and faster. Katsumi's orgasm became a second, and in time, a third. By the time Takara finally stopped, Katsumi was sore and exhausted. She let out one final moan as the rod was pulled out, leaving her empty.

Princess Takara laid back down onto Katsumi, resting her head on her breasts. The Princess dozed off with a smile. Left with nothing else, Katsumi soon joined her.

...............................

Katsumi opened her eyes, only to see that it was nearly pitch black. She was alone again; Princess Takara must have left while she was sleeping. She shut her eyes, trying to stir her limbs. She was barely able to move before the ropes stopped her, stubbornly holding her naked body in place.

She groaned as she strained her arms and legs, instinctively trying to stretch them. Most of her body hurt. Her muscles and joints were sore from being tied up so tightly all night. Her skin still seemed to sting a little from where she was lashed with a whip and burned with wax, and her pussy was sore from the abuse that it had taken.

This was the second morning that she had woken up like this. It wasn't going to be the last.