Chapter 2
Mark Sanders had made an advance payment of $20,000 toward his two week stay at Chattel Castle. The self-made millionaire arrived precisely on time in his private jet where he was met by Cousin David and driven to Chattel Castle where he was welcomed and shown to his suite. Here is his story.
Mark Sanders was met in his suite by Molly, a buxom nymph of twenty, who instantly began to put his personal belongings away as she managed to show him ample cleavage and her twitching ass.
"I wish you a very pleasant stay at Chattel Castle, sir. And if I can be of any service, don't hesitate to ask."
"Thank you, Molly, I'm sure we will have a lot in common. But before we begin, could you explain how things are run?"
"My pleasure, sir. I assume you are familiar with the ribbon system and basic rates?" She waited for his reply, then continued.
Well, that's good. Your money is on deposit here and these tokens," showing him the stack of tokens on a table, "are to be used instead of money. As you can see each token of different color is for an different amount. The blue are worth $100 the green $50 and so on. The amount is stamped on the token."
"Let's say that you wanted to spank my ass, which I would not object to at all, as you can see I am wearing a red ribbon. That would cost you a dollar each time your hand touched my ass. So if you did it twenty times it would cost you $20 and I would take a $20 token and place it here in my waist purse. And as you can see the purse is locked and attached to an alarm so I can't be robbed, or anyone else."
"Fine. But what if I gave you $20 and then proceed to do more than spank you for the allotted twenty times?"
"Oh, that's where the gold ribbons come in. Anyone wearing a gold ribbon would come to my rescue and they are all over the place, in case you haven't noticed."
"And if you refuse to pay for what to take you will be removed from Chattel Castle and all of your deposit will be forfeited. But if you just happen to get caught in what you're doing and don't pay in advance a gold ribbon will keep track and collect the fee when you're done and put it in the correct purse. Or you can just give a gold ribbon person a handful of tokens before you start and not have to worry about it and you will receive your correct change when done."
"Quite an ingenious system. And your suggestion sounds like a very appealing way to begin."
Thus saying he tapped on his door and a big brut of a man wearing a gold ribbon came in and he turned his attentions back to the delighted Molly. "Get that damned skirt out of the way, bend over and present your ass."
"Yes, sir. But before you start there is one thing I forgot to say."
"Which is?"
"If you want a red ribbon to submit or struggle, you have to say so."
"Snuggle," was no more out of his mouth than Molly was running away from him. A second later he was in pursuit.
Molly ran toward the bathroom door but before she could slam it in his face Mark grabbed a handful of material at her back.
"Let me go you bastard. I'm a serving maid not some doxy for you to be a playing with." The material gave with a jerk and her back was bared.
"And what the hell do you think a serving maid is for?" He twisted her around and pulled the torn cloth from her heaving breasts. "She is to serve. And you will damned well serve me or pay the consequences."
As his hand grabbed a handful of heaving breast Molly's hand connected with his cheek leaving a pink outline of her hand. "Damn you to hell. You've ruined me best dress."
Using one hand to pull her hair back, Mark brought the other one to her tit and gave it a smart slap. "The hell with your clothes, bitch. I'll rip them all off you, beat you're damned ass then fuck it to boot."
"Oooooo damn you. Let me go." Molly tried to twist herself away from his punishing hands, but it did no good.
With one hand firmly attached to her hair, the other using her tit as a handle, he drug her over to the massive bed, sat down and promptly threw her over his lap. A second later his hand connected with her skirt covered ass.
"Damn you noooooo."
"Damn you yes." came his reply as with one jerk the skirt split and a second later all of her clothes except for her hose and garter were lying on the floor and he was pounding away at her now naked ass.
"Oooweoooo ... you bloody bastard ... ooohhhh you can't do this to me."
His powerful hand continued to land on her inviting anatomy. "And who the hell says I can't? It sure looks like I am and my hand tells me that I am doing it. And if you know what's good for you, you'll stop your damned complaining."
"Nnoooooooo ... damn you nnnooooo ... God that hurtssss."
"It's suppose to hurt, slut. You willing to stop fighting me yet?"
"Nnooooooo ... damn you nnnooooo ... oowwwwwwwwww."
"I'll keep it up until you stop fighting me, slut. Then I'll fuck your ass like it's never been fucked before."
Molly's ass was heating up very nicely as he continued to pound away at it. She felt his cock poking at his pants beneath her soaking twat and decided that it was time to get some relief for both of them. Her face was streaked with tears of pain/pleasure as she suddenly went limp across his legs. His hand landed again.
"What's the matter, slut? Can't take any more? Or are you horny?"
He didn't wait for her answer as again he brought his hand down as a cracking sound filled the room. But he didn't remove his hand. He brought it between her legs and felt just what he thought he would. She was drenched.
"You're no better than a whore. You're damned cunt is a swamp. You love a hot ass don't you, slut?"
Again his hand landed. Molly remained still and silent. "Well if you want my cock so damned bad you're gonna have to beg for it bitch." And with that he brought his hand down again and again.
Molly lasted for five more before she did what they both knew she would.
"Yeeesssssssss ... dammmmnnn you ... I want you. I want your cock."
"And where do you want my cock, slut?" He continued to pound away.
"Ffffucckkkk meeee."
"Where?"
"Ffffucckkkk mmmmmmyyyyy dammmned asssss ... pleassssseeeee. Fuck my ass."
"Whatever you say."
He stood up and dumped her on the floor. "Get your damned ass up, slut, and keep begging or I'll stop."
Molly brought her knees under her, her red ass waiving in the air.
"Ooohh God, plleeasssssssee fuck meeeee. Fuck my damned assssss."
His cock felt cool to her ass as he placed it between her blistered cheeks.
"Pllleeasssee fuck meeee fuck mmmmmmmmyyy assss pleassseee."
With one thrust he was all the way in her.
"Aaahehheeeoowwwww ... Goddd fuck-memmmmmeeeee fuck meeeeee."
"How about aahhh some more aaahhh swatsss?"
"Yeeessss ... aaahhoooowwwwww hitttt mmmmmmmmyy aaassss fuckkkk meee beat me, fuck mmmmmmmmmmmeeee."
And he did to their mutual satisfaction.
When he was done he pulled them to the floor where they gasped in each others' arms as reality returned. Using his finger he pulled away a damp hair from her face and asked, "You ok, Molly?"
"Ohh I'mmmm fine, sir. Just fine. But you'll have to pay for tearing my clothes."
"No problem. No problem at all."
He looked at the guy with the gold ribbon and saw that he was holding several tokens that he had taken from the table in his hand. Mark nodded his head and the guy brought them to him and he dropped them one at a time into Molly's purse as she curled up next to him.
After refreshing themselves Mark looked at his itinerary as Molly tied a black ribbon around his neck. He was free until after lunch at which time he had been scheduled to meet Karen in room five of the second dungeon level.
Dinning at Chattel Castle was an eye opener. Ail present were dressed in old fashioned costumes, from ladies of the manner to scullery maids, from nobility to stable boys dressed in a leather over-tunic and tights, Mark looked to be a well filled out scribe or perhaps a courtier to some noble house. A gold ribboned man lead him to a table and offered him a menu.
Anything could be ordered at Chattel Castle from lobster to dog food, caviar to cold gruel, the finest pate to fresh bodily excitements.
"And what can I be a gettin' you, sir," a saucy redhead straight out of "Moll Flander" asked Mark as she approached his table. The red ribbon with a white star around her neck set off her very pale skin as he smiled at her.
"A trencher of mixed meats in sauce, a tankard of ale, followed by an apple turnover and mother's milk provided by you, wench."
"Aye and you be a discriminatin' gent, ain't ya? I'll be taken your order to the kitchens right away, sir. Is there anything else I can get ya before it arrives?"
"As a matter of fact there is. After you deliver my order how about you return, crawl under my table and see if your dainty little mouth can find something to drink?"
"You be a meanin' you wants me to take you cock in my mouth, sir?"
"That is precisely what I mean, wench. Do you have a problem with it?"
"Oh, not me sir. I'll be back in a jiffy, you just see if I ain't, sir."
And that is just what happened. Her red curls could be seen as they went up and down his cock until she did indeed get a drink'.
When she served him his apple turnover she flipped one huge tit out of her loose top and in between bites of tasty turnover he washed it down with her warm, rich milk.
Across the room one gal was submitting to a strapping. Another lady was drinking from a private well of masculinity standing beside her chair and another man was using a birch branch on another waitress with a red ribbon around her neck.
At one o'clock Mark Sanders entered room five, second dungeon level.
A statuesque blond with a gold ribbon checked his itinerary and led him to a dark corner where he saw what he assumed was Karen. She had been prepared as requested.
Karen was lying on the damp floor. Her hands and feet were tied behind her back and she was laying on her side as ordered so Mark could see that her massive tits were bound in stringent rope bondage almost cutting them off from her rib cage. The deep blue color of her bound tits gave evidence that she had been bound for some time and the golden nipple rings stood out with arousal.
Her long blond hair was in complete disarray as if she had tossed it back and forth in agony for hours.
Bending down next to her Mark brushed the hair from her face. She was beautiful. The huge deep blue eyes that stared at him were full of pleading and pain but she uttered not a word as his warm hands caressed her cold tits.
"Are you ready to repent, Karen, for disobeying me?"
Karen knew the scenario, it had accompanied his application. She was to pretend that she was his wife and had gone against his wishes by fucking his worst enemy, Jim Talbert, and he had found out about her disobedience. And as the story went, she was now to pay for that lapse of judgment with her body.
"Ooohhh I'm sorry, Mark. Truly I ammm. Haven't I suffered enough all ready? You've ahhh had me tied up for over two hoursss. I aaahh ache alll over. My back is killing meeee, mmmyy titttsss feeelll like there are hundreds of knives in themmmm."
"No, my dear." He brushed the rest of her hair off of her face. "You haven't suffered nearly enough yet. But you will before you leave here. When I am done with you you wouldn't even be able to look at Jim without cringing."
"How could you do it, Karen? How could you actually fuck my worst enemy?"
"I'mmm sorry, Mark. Really IIII ammm. Please forgive me. Pleasseeee."
"I could forgive you if he had taken you by force, but you went willing to him. That is what I can't forgive. That is why I am going to punish you. And you are going to beg for the punishment I give you, aren't you? Because you know, if you don't I'll kick you out without a dime and you like the life style I can provide."
"So let me hear you, Karen. Let me hear you beg me to hurt you as you know you deserve to be hurt for what you did to me. Beg me Karen. Beg me loud and long." And to emphasize his point he reached for one of her nipple rings and pulled it savagely away from her bound tit until she screamed.
"Aaaahhhhhhoooooooooowwwwww ... yeeeeesssss Mark yessssssssss hurt mmeeee plleassssssecccccccc huurrrrttttttt mmeeee."
"That's it, bitch. Beg me to hurt you over and over again."
He pulled on the other ring until she screamed again then he walked away. Taking the hook that was hanging from a rope in the ceiling he brought it to her and slipped it under the rope attached to her bloated tits. It clipped into place as he signaled the gold ribboned blond to hoist her into me air.
Karen's bound body slid across the floor as the rope pulled her to the center of the room by her bound tits and her screams filled the stone walled room.
Just as the rope was starting to pull her off the floor another couple entered the room and took a bench against one wall to watch. Mark gave the couple a glance—the man wore a black ribbon, the woman a red one and her hands were manacled behind her back.
He ignored them and turned his attentions back to Karen as she was raised off the ground by her bound tits.
He saw her blue hands try to reach for the rope that was pulling up and up, but they stayed firmly behind her back still attached to her ankles as her entire weight was supported by her bound tits and her screams filled the air.
"Jim kissed those tits, didn't he?"
"Yyeeeeesssssssssss."
"And you enjoyed it didn't you?"
"Oohhhh Godddd yeeeeeeesssssssss ... aaaaaaahhhh pleassseeeeeeeeeeee beat awaaaaaaaaaayyyy his touch from mmmmeee ... pleassseeeee."
"I will, my dear. I will. You just keep begging me to hurt you."
"Bbbbbeat mmmmmyyy damned tits ... aaaahhhhh beat his touch away ... pleassseeeee ... hurttt mmmeeee ... pleassseeee."
Mark picked up the slender rod that was lying by his feet and brought it down across both bloated tits.
"Yyeeesss beatttt mmyyyy damneddddd titttss."
He brought the rod to her again. That time her almost black nipple split with the blow and her screams filled his head as he did it to her other nipple and got the same result.
With both nipples split and bleeding he proceeded to use the rod on the entire area of her bound and bloated tits.
Karen screamed and begged with every blow of the rod to her massive, pain filled tits. Over and over the rod landed until she could stand it no more and she begged for mercy.
Mark knew what that word meant at Chattel Castle—it meant stop, the victim was at the breaking point.
But he was far from disappointed as he landed the next stroke of the rod to her opened cunt.
"He fucked this cunt, didn't he?"
"Yeessss ... aaahhhhh beattt hissss touch away from it tooooooo ... pleasssee."
And Mark did just that. He hit her opened cunt time after time as she hung by her bleeding tits and begged for each and every blow that landed.
Five. Ten. But by eighteen Karen again begged for mercy and he stopped. A quick glance at the gold ribboned blond informed him that he still had about two minutes left of her tit hang.
"What about your ass, Karen? Did he touch your ass? Did he kiss it? Did he fuck it?"
"Yyessssssss."
"Yes, what."
"Alll threee ... Godddd pleaasseeee ... beat his touch away frommm mmmyyyy aassss ... beat it pleasse."
And in the remaining two minutes Mark used the rod on her ass as much as he could considering her position.
When the time was over the blond helped him to lower Karen to the floor and remove the rope from around her tortured tits.
Karen shrieked in abject suffering as the blood began to return to her tortured hillocks.
In between one of Karen's screams Mark heard another scream and looked at the couple who had entered earlier.
And as Mark let Karen rest before they continued he watched the man as he tore first one then the other nipple ring out of his slave's nipples as she squirmed atop the bench. After pulling them from her flesh, Mark watched the man as he placed them back in the torn nipples. When they were again in place he used a clamp on both to keep them there as the slave screamed for him to fuck her.
He watched until they were done then turned back to Karen.
Bending down close to her ear, he whispered, "Are you ok?" Placing his ear next to her mouth he heard her gasp a "Yes." before he continued.
"Get your damned ass in the air, Karen, so I can whip away Jim's touch."
"Higher. Spread your legs wide. Now beg for the whip again. Let me hear you scream."
Karen did as ordered. Bringing her legs under her she raised her slightly whipped ass into the air and spread her legs out to her sides as Mark finally got good leverage to pound into her twitching cheeks.
"Beeeaattt mmmyyy aassss ... wipe his touchhhh awaaayyy."
On and on she begged as he brought it down again and again on her upraised ass until he could no longer withhold his need.
Mark dropped the whip and sank behind Karen's twisting form. One quick squeeze of his shaft and he knew it was as hard as it was going to get. He tipped his hips forward and sank his cock up her switched ass.
Karen screamed as her ass fought his entry but when it suddenly yielded to his massive wedge she had no problem with begging him to continue his ravishment, as across the room the other woman's screams and beggings joined hers.