4 comments/ 70500 views/ 25 favorites Emma's Endurance By: ladyredmuff Emma stood in the cool bedroom, shivering slightly and feeling more terrified than ever -- and this had been a day of quivering fear and mixed dread and anticipation. Three weeks earlier, she had been at her Catholic boarding school, finishing her 'A levels' and wondering if she would get the grades that she needed to study history of art and when she could buy a drink, now that she was eighteen. Emma had been at her boarding school from the age of eight and as her parents were important members of the Roman Catholic Church, she was sent to the best girls' school, where nuns and various visiting lecturers taught the girls. There were no male teachers at the school and as Emma's parents had rarely been resident in England, Emma spent many holidays at school and as a result, her parents were almost strangers, polite, well-dressed people and she had spent only a few weeks in their company. As Emma arrived at the family home, she was pleased to see that her parents were waiting to greet her at the door. They hugged and exchanged polite greetings and as Emma was about to climb the stairs to her bedroom, her father stopped her. 'We'll be going out to dinner tonight, to celebrate the end of your exams and to introduce you to somebody very special. Be ready by eight and wear the dress that's on your bed. Emma ran upstairs, turning as she reached the landing and said 'Thank you, I'm so glad to be home!' In her bedroom, where she had spent so little time, Emma discovered the dress, the 'welcome home' gift from her parents. It was a silk shift, of rose pink, with small straps and which fell to just above her knees. There was also a cashmere cardigan and a beautiful pair of pumps, with kitten heels. Emma held the dress up in front of her and looked in the mirror. She had long, light brown hair, with tawny glints and large, clear green eyes. Emma had never been given anything so beautiful and could hardly wait for the evening. At eight that evening, she descended the stairs, having spent the last thirty minutes admiring herself from all angles and feeling very grown-up. Her father was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and he held out his hands to her, stood back, clasping her hands and told her that she looked very beautiful. Emma blushed. As they sat in the car, which was driven by a chauffeur, Emma's father told her that they were meeting Lord Stornaway, who was an old friend of Emma's parents. They were meeting to plan the summer holiday, as he owned a castle in Spain and would most likely invite them all to stay for a while. Lord Stornaway was waiting for them, in a private dining room. He was tall and slim, in his late thirties, with light brown hair, intense blue eyes and a very attractive suntan. Emma's parents ordered Dom Perignon champagne and as they held up their champagne flutes, saying 'salute', Lord Stornaway looked at Emma and raised his eyebrows, whilst holding her gaze and making her blush again. As the family sat eating their desserts, Emma's father clinked his teaspoon against his wine glass and stood up. 'I have been waiting for this day for the last five years. It is a family tradition to arrange marriages, so that the young ladies of our society and religion marry as soon as they finish school. We wish to preserve their purity and innocence and this evening is a night to celebrate our beliefs. Emma, Lord Stornaway has agreed to marry you and the wedding will take place in one week. You will be married in his private chapel, in his castle in Scotland. The local bishop will perform the ceremony. This is a great family alliance and we are very proud of you. I toast you, Emma and James and wish you many happy years together. The next week disappeared in a blur. Emma's mother took her shopping and they bought a large collection of classic clothes, shoes and Emma had her hair styled, was shown how to manage this herself and was shown how to apply light makeup. She admired her large engagement ring, a giant solitaire diamond, with matching earrings and wondered what on earth would happen to her. One night, James had taken Emma out for dinner and as they ate, he told her of his life and what would be expected of her as a new wife. His blue eyes' penetrating gaze felt as though she were being undressed and Emma found that breathing was becoming difficult. He suddenly smiled and asked Emma if she enjoyed beach holidays. Emma admitted that she had rarely been to a resort and James smiled. 'I have a large villa in Corfu, with its own private beach. We'll spend a month there after the wedding. You'll love it.' The wedding was simple, with only James' parents and household staff and Emma's parents as congregation. Emma trembled as her father placed the veil over her face and her father took her cold hands in his and told her that she was beautiful and that he knew she'd be happy with James. The marriage, he admitted, had been planned several years ago. James had been so excited on the day that Emma finished school that he'd wanted to meet her himself, but had to wait until that first dinner. They walked down the aisle in the private chapel and Emma promised to love and honour and obey her husband, they prayed and the Bishop celebrated Mass and then the families went to celebrate the wedding. James kissed Emma for the first time just before they walked back down the aisle as husband and wife. The kiss was gentle, questioning and as Emma's lips surrendered to his, the kiss became firmer and Emma was shaken with a sudden stab of arousal. That walk down the aisle was on slightly wobbly legs. Emma looked up at her husband and smiled, feeling full of love and the thrill of how romantic it had all been. Fancy having a husband who'd wanted her since she was fourteen? It was so exciting. The danced together and ate cake and posed for photographs and then all of a sudden, they were alone in James' bedroom. Emma unpacked her white lace nightgown and went to the bathroom to put it on, suddenly shy and having no idea what would happen next. When Emma walked back into the bedroom, teeth clean and shivering slightly in her white gown, James was waiting for her, wearing a dark red dressing robe. 'Emma' he said with a gentle, loving smile. 'You are a virgin, are you not?' 'Er, yes,' Emma blushed again. 'I have no idea what to do. We had no sexual education at school and we were taught by nuns. I hope you will help me and that' her voice faltered, 'that it won't hurt too much'. 'Sweetheart, you'll be in heaven and I will be your master and tutor. I would like you to always call me 'Sir James', or 'my lord and don't forget, or I'll have to punish you.' He walked over to Emma and kissed her with growing energy. He ran his hands through her hair and then down her body. He stroked her buttocks, 'hmm, you have a lovely arse'. Emma was frozen with fear; she had no idea what to do. He pushed her back a little and ran his hands down the front of the silk and lace nightdress. His hands circled her small nipples and Emma gasped. 'Your first lesson my dear, is to kneel before your master.' Emma knelt. James undid the robe and Emma saw that he was naked and gasped. She had no idea that a penis could be so large. James took her hands, and placed them around his still-soft penis and said 'stroke it, yes, run your fingers up and down it'. Emma felt the monster harden until it felt like a velvet-sheathed bone. James reached down and pulled back the foreskin. 'This is also your master. You will worship him. See the small hole at the end? Now put your tongue on it and lick the head as though it was an ice lolly.' Emma ran her tongue around the head and licked the end, tasting the drop of slightly salty liquid at the end. 'Now Lady Stornoway, look into my eyes. Open your mouth and keep your eyes on my face. Suck my dick and keep looking up.' James carefully kept his penis from choking Emma. He didn't want to spook her on her very first lesson. Her large green eyes were respectfully gazing at his face and he groaned. After a minute of gentle thrusting, with Emma's gentle sucking he pulled out and lifted her up and placed her on the bed. He ripped the nightdress off and stared at Emma's young body. Her breasts were small, with brown nipples and she had fine pubic hair. 'Don't move sweetheart. I'll get you going.' He gently stroked her breasts, running the backs of his fingernails over the super-sensitive nipples. He kissed them and then gently sucked, licking and sucking in rotation and Emma found herself gasping with the intensity of the sensation. 'Open your legs, wife' James ordered and Emma remembered to say 'Yes, my lord' which was a huge turn on. His tongue raked her clitoris and Emma arched her back in ecstasy. He stood back, and parted the labia, nodding to himself and then said 'Our society takes great honour in the bloodstained sheets after the wedding night, so we'd better get to it.' He laid Emma on the sheet and clasped her in his arms, kissing her with forceful passion. His leg moved between hers and then she felt his hand stroking her and feeling, prodding with his finger. 'Wrap your legs around me' he ordered and then Emma felt a sharp pain as his penis stabbed at her. 'Relax, it will hurt less. Go on, breath out!' and as Emma tried to relax, he thrust upwards and into her. James moved up and slid in and out, whilst doing the same with his tongue. He sucked her lips, stroked her tongue with his and thrust faster and faster. He suddenly groaned and Emma felt more lubrication for a second, not realising that James had just climaxed. He pulled out and rolled onto his side. He gazed at Emma's breasts and gently stroked the nearest one, squeezing it then kissed her nipple, smiling as Emma gasped. 'Look!' James moved Emma hips and pointed to the small splodge of blood that stained the sheet. 'You are a woman now and you are mine.' 'I'm going to leave you to sleep now, but I'll be waking you at eight to get ready to leave on our private jet tomorrow.' Emma slept badly, sore and feeling torn inside. She woke the next morning as daylight flooded through the room. She pulled on a gown and went to have a shower. It was slightly painful washing, but less sore than she thought it would be. Emma was ready by the time that James and a maid arrived with breakfast. He walked over to where she was sitting, carefully posed, legs crossed elegantly and kissed her tenderly. 'What do you think Angie?' he asked the maid. 'She's beautiful Sir and she'll be obedient?' 'Oh yes. We'll guarantee that won't we?' Emma was confused. What were they talking about? In the jet, James put on a movie. It was porn! Emma gasped and covered her face, red with embarrassment and instant arousal. The film was made in Brazil and seemed to be full of young, gorgeous people who just had sex everywhere and at any time. By the time they reached Corfu, Emma was squirming with desire. James was sitting on the seat on the opposite side of the aisle and didn't look up at the movie at all. All Emma could see was glistening, perfect bodies and lots of close up penetration. She noticed that when the men came, they pumped their penis hard and covered the girls' faces and breasts with sticky white fluid. 'Er, James,' He looked up and glared at Emma, who gasped. 'Oh, I'm sorry, my lord,' 'Yes, Emma?' he snapped. She blushed again 'What is that stuff coming out of the men's penises?' 'It's sperm. What makes babies -- you do know about this don't you?' 'Yes, my lord but why are the men aiming it at the girls breasts and faces?' He looked up at the ceiling, sighed and with great sarcasm replied 'It's erotic. People like to see this and the sight turns them on. Any more questions?' 'No sir', Emma was mortified. At the airport, they went through a private channel, where a car was waiting for them, with a chauffeur. James sat back in his seat, closed his eyes and then in a deadpan voice said 'Take off your underwear. Remove your bra and panties and sit on the car seat without your skirt touching your arse. Get used to feeling the leather against that sweet little cunt.' Emma wasn't sure what he meant by 'cunt' but she took off her French knickers and her bra and slid up her dress so that she was touching the seat. It felt cool and quite sexy. 'Open your legs a bit more.' Ordered James and so Emma slid her thighs apart, feeling fear and shame and arousal. The chauffeur was wearing sunglasses and hadn't looked at her at all, but she was sure that he had heard James' command. They reached a large pair of gates, which swung open as they arrived. The house was a delightful Italian-style villa, surrounded by cypress trees and James, to Emma's surprise, swept her off her feet and carried her into the cool hall. She giggled and kissed his cheek and he climbed the stairs and deposited Emma just inside a beautiful dark yellow-walled bedroom. The bed was a wrought iron four poster and the French windows opened onto a balcony that looked out towards a beach. 'It's mine and completely private' James opened the windows and looked back into the bedroom. 'Now, take all your clothes off. For the next few days, you will be naked, night and day.' Emma was horrified. 'But what if the staff see me? I can't, it's too much to ask.' James' mouth tightened, 'you will do as I ask. You promised to obey me in a church and you will take your vows seriously. The staff will react as I tell them to, but they won't touch you. Now take off your clothes.' Emma felt hot tears sting her eyes as she undid her dress and removed her hold-up stockings and shoes. Naked, she stood in front of her husband, tears falling down her cheeks. 'Kneel,' he ordered. Emma looked up at James and he started talking. 'For the first year of our marriage, you won't get pregnant. You will be on my arm at social gatherings and you will be exquisitely dressed. Under your clothes, you will be naked. A girl from a local beauty salon will be here soon to wax you and remove the hair from your underarms, legs and genitals. She won't comment on your nakedness. This is a holiday island, where people are naked in certain resorts. Our honeymoon will be a time for you to discover my preferences and to acquiesce at all times. Do you consent to whatever I ask?' Emma was unable to speak, so she nodded her head, her huge, tearful eyes gazing sorrowfully at her husband. He found himself becoming aroused, but decided to wait until the depilation had finished. Two hours later, and a lot of moaning and crying later, Emma was waxed. She lay on her bed, under the fan and felt utterly exhausted. James opened the bedroom door and he gazed down at her body. 'Nice. You'll enjoy sex more now that you are smooth. In fact, we're going to start now.' He took off his clothes and lay down beside her on the bed. His penis was already erect and he quivered very slightly. He rolled over and licked her left nipple, which hardened immediately. He blew on it and Emma moaned in pleasure. James lay on top of her and pushed her legs apart. He lifted her up a little and slid two pillows under her hips. He slowly penetrated her, pulling out and repeating the slow invasion. Emma was on fire. She had never felt like this before and started to move her hips in rhythm with his. James pushed her arms up and held her wrists together above Emma's head. He lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders and carried on thrusting. With just a few more thrusts, Emma arched her back and came, with a small scream. James carried on thrusting in and out, but then suddenly pulled out. 'Remember the movie?' he spoke in a low, rough tone and Emma nodded. 'Watch this' he started to pump his penis in his hand and he came all over Emma's breasts. He massaged each on roughly and pinched her nipples. 'Now go and shower. I have a surprise for later.' End of part one. Emma's Endurance Ch. 02 Emma stood in the shower, trying to sort out her confused emotions. This wasn't what she'd dreamed of. She'd hoped that she'd come alive with James' first kiss and that everything after that would be dreamy and relaxed. She was sore and had felt totally humiliated by what had just taken place. She dried her long straight hair and carefully dabbed at her underarms and pubis. She opened the bathroom door and saw James lying on the bed. He sat up and called to her 'See that bottle of body lotion – bring it here please?' Emma hung the towel up on the heated rail and walked out, naked, clutching the large bottle of Givenchy body lotion. She sat down, rather gingerly next to her husband and to her surprise, he kissed her tenderly. 'Lie down sweetheart. I'm going to cover you with this body lotion and massage away your soreness.' Emma lay down and James started at her feet, massaging with long, powerful strokes, by the time he reached her inner thighs, she was gasping. He stroked her there with the back of his nails and Emma moaned. 'Mmm, so you like this. Good, we'll work on that for another day.' He smiled at her and gently stroked her clitoris. Emma cried out and clenched her buttocks and James pushed her down on the bed. 'Be patient sweetheart, we've got a long way to go yet.' He took another squirt of body lotion and told Emma to turn over. James started at the back of Emma's heels, where the tendons stood out in relief and she could feel herself melting. His warm hand moved up her legs, circling the back of her knees and again, set her on fire as he reached her thighs. He worked on the gluteus muscles of her buttocks and gently slid a slick finger down the crack between. Emma remained still, not sure if she should be enjoying this or not, but his finger became more insistent. 'My Lord? Is this allowed?' James laughed out loud and pushed her legs apart. 'Relax honey, this is quite normal.' He stroked her anus with a firm finger and gently pushed at the tight rosebud. Emma gasped again and he circled it gently and to her surprise, Emma enjoyed the sensation. It was comforting and exciting all at the same time. James stopped for a moment and Emma turned her head to look at him, unintentionally posed in the classic porn position. James felt his penis growing hard again, but no, this was going to be slow and he was going to prepare her carefully. 'Emma, there are things that make me tremble with desire. Do you like the sound of that?' Emma was surprised and nodded. 'I am very excited at the sight of spanked buttocks. Would you permit me to spank you? It will make me very happy. I find the sight of squirming red, firm young buttocks very erotic, so please would you let me spank you. Exactly twenty strokes? Please?' Emma could feel James quiver and this filled her with a mixture of fear and excitement. 'You know that I am your wife and can deny you nothing. Yes, Do it.' James turned his head away and smiled in satisfaction. He stood up and walked over to the cupboard and took out a wooden paddle, shaped like a table tennis bat. It was covered with velvet and had a heart cut out of the middle. 'First, my love, ten strokes with my hand. Feel my desire.' He walked up to Emma and took her hand to feel his erection and then he started. The first few strokes were gentle and he counted them. As he got to seven, he struck her a little harder, enough to make Emma gasp. The last three stung, but as he reached 'ten' he stopped and stroked her hot, red arse. He took his straining penis out of his trousers and rubbed it against the hot flesh. 'Oh baby, that looks so gorgeous. He covered his cock with body lotion and slid it up and down the crack between Emma's buttocks and she moaned. James stood back and picked up the paddle. 'Ten more my darling and I'll be in heaven.' He counted the strokes, not stopping even though Emma was squirming to avoid the next blow and by the time he reached twenty, she was sobbing. James pulled her upright and pulled her over to a prayer stool and pushed her into a kneeling position. There was a mirror behind and this was carefully positioned so that James could see her red sore arse as he fucked her mouth. He held her hair and ordered her to open her mouth and he pulled back the foreskin and as she licked the end, he pushed himself in, almost shouting 'suck it!' James couldn't hold back any longer and Emma could feel his penis swelling as he thrust into her mouth and all of a sudden she was swallowing salty semen. James pulled out and dropped to his knees in front of her. 'Thank you, darling. You were amazing. Do not move until I return.' He went to the bathroom and Emma could hear the shower running. She knelt up and prayed for forgiveness and wiped the tears from her face. James, clad in a towelling robe, returned quite quickly. 'Wow! Your arse is still pink and it looks amazing. So now for the surprise.' He went to the cupboard and came back with a carved cedarwood box. 'This is for you. I've been waiting to give it to you for some time.' Emma's name was engraved on a brass plate on the lid of the box. 'Open it.' Emma opened the box and inside she saw several odd dark shapes, mostly the same, but in increasing sizes. 'What are they?' 'They are plugs my darling and I had them made especially for you. Look! Each one has your name on the bottom.' Emma picked up the smallest and it felt quite heavy, made of a dense resin. She couldn't figure out what it was for. She gazed up at her husband with a puzzled expression. 'These are for me? But where do I put them? James tried hard not to laugh. God, she was so innocent! 'They are for your gorgeous, tight and shapely arse my darling and we will start tomorrow. Now, I'm going to have a meal sent up and then I want you to get a good night's sleep, so I will leave you alone again tonight. Sweet dreams.' He pulled her upright and kissed her, caressing her sore buttocks gently. 'I'll see you tomorrow. I love you.' He left Emma confused and alone and as she ate her meal at the table by the window, she wondered what on earth was going to happen the next day. End of Part 2. Emma's Endurance Ch. 03 Emma went to sleep that night, confused, sore and naked. She wasn't sure what 'marriage' was, but she was becoming certain that this wasn't it. Total obedience was nothing new, as the nuns at school had insisted on this. Emma had enjoyed the rigid structure of each day and the certainty that if you did something wrong, then you would be punished. She lay in bed, closed her eyes and thought about whether she even loved James. He seemed to regard her as a possession; 'I'm a chattel' she whispered to herself and fell asleep, tears streaking her face. James had put some Diazepam in Emma's food and knew that she wouldn't wake up if he entered her room. He had met his housekeeper and assistant Angela at the airport and they discussed what would be the tactics for the next day. They stood at the foot of the bed and held a whispered conversation. 'Sir James, how will you manage social occasions? What if Emma doesn't achieve total obedience and what if she rebels?' James turned to face his assistant. He raised an eyebrow and gave her and evil grin. 'Oh, she will Angie. She will have the social rules of the Order of Saint Ismael explained to her and she will conform and obey. Our Order has lasted for six hundred years and no one has talked. There are certain benefits to being a member family. Anyway, I'm off to bed now, so I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well. Emma awoke and sat up in bed. A maid had knocked at the door and let herself in, carrying a tray with a light breakfast. Emma sat up in bed and ate it slowly. She wondered what the day would bring and she wasn't sure what the 'plugs' were, but she had a bad feeling that this wasn't likely to be a pleasurable experience. A few minutes later, James entered the bedroom and said 'Good morning Emma, I hope you slept well? It's going to be quite a lovely day today and we'll spend some time at the beach. First though, it's time to have a shower and then we'll talk more.' \ Emma obediently went to the bathroom, showered and dried herself carefully. When she returned James was sitting in the large armchair that was by the window. 'Do you remember Angela? She's my housekeeper from London and also my personal assistant.' He spoke a little louder 'Angie, do come in!' The tall, blonde woman entered the bedroom. She was dressed in a grey cotton robe, with a rope tied around her narrow waist. She stood next to Sir James and nodded her head in a subservient motion. 'Sir James. What would you wish me to do?' James smiled and stood up. 'Angie, I want you to make sure that Emma is clean and ready for her gift. Use the bulb, but later on we can change this if necessary. Emma, you will go into the bathroom and you will do what Angela tells you to do. If you don't obey, I will whip you with this switch. Now, go!' He pointed to a small cane lying on the table. Emma looked at the floor and felt hot shame flood over her body. Angela led Emma into the bathroom and shut the door behind them. Emma had never been naked in a small room with another woman before. It felt very strange and she found herself becoming self-conscious. She felt her nipples become stiff. Angela looked at her breasts and lightly pinched the right nipple. Emma jumped and gasped. 'D..d..don't touch me!' 'Sorry sweetheart. You don't get to make the rules here.' Angela didn't sound at all sorry. She turned on the tap and filled the sink with warm water. There was a mirrored cupboard above the sink and Angela opened it, taking out a red ball with a long, narrow tube at the end. 'This is to clean you out. Kneel down and don't move.' Emma knelt and she felt Angela's finger gently rubbing her anus with the warm soapy liquid. Emma didn't know what was going to happen next, but suddenly she was pierced by the narrow tube and warm water flowed into her body. 'Stay still Emma, this is going to happen each morning, so you may as well relax and get used to it.' Angela withdrew the nozzle and refilled the large red rubber bulb. She reinserted the nozzle and pumped another gush of warm water inside Emma's rectum. 'One more and then we wait a minute or so.' After the third gush of water, Angela inserted her little finger, which made Emma gasp. 'My, you're tight. He's going to enjoy breaking you. It'll be really slow and incredibly sexy to watch. I love watching anal play.' Emma's gut was cramping now and she moaned. 'Please Angela –' The woman slapped Emmas buttocks hard. 'My Lady, you will call me Sister Angela and if you don't, I will punish you.' 'Sister Angela, please can I sit on the lavatory? Please? It's hurting and I don't think I can wait any more.' Angela removed her finger saying 'Clench now – spill a drop and it's three strokes of the cane for you.' Emma sat on the toilet seat and the water gushed from her anus. 'Sit there for another few minutes and then you'll be ready. Don't move...' Angela left the bathroom and Emma sat still, tears stinging her eyes and gasping as the water left her body. Finally it was all gone and Emma wiped herself. Angela returned and ordered Emma to kneel again. She took some oil and sucked it up into a smaller bulb and emptied it into Emma's anus. 'Right. You are now ready. I think you'll come to enjoy this. Perhaps not this week, but maybe soon.' She led Emma back into the bedroom and James opened the large cedarwood box. 'Kneel on this stool Emma' The stool was padded in odd places. Emma knelt down and she was pushed forward, so that her buttocks were raised and exposed. James pulled her arms forward and told her to hold on to a bar that was on the same level as the padded cushion. He snapped some rings over her wrists and Emma was unable to move. James rubbed his finger across Emma's anus. She automatically clenched her muscles and James slapped her hard. 'Don't do that. Relax.' He pushed his finger into her and Emma shrieked. 'Oh lovely. You're so tight. This will be really great fun. Now for the first plug' Emma felt the pressure of the plug and then pain as it stretched her narrow anus. She screamed loudly in panic, but James kept pushing and it popped through the muscle. 'There we are. Your first butt plug. It isn't very large, but as you are so tight, this will take a while until you are ready for what comes next. We'll do this each morning. You'll wear the plug until three this afternoon and then we'll remove it.' James undid the wrist restraints and pulled Emma up into a standing position. 'Turn around darling, see the plug and be proud. It even has your name engraved on the base. It can't be lost inside you, but you will know it is there.' Emma felt an odd stab of sexual arousal. James stroked her left breast and she gasped. 'Well, well. This is a surprise. Kneel, wife and suck my cock and don't forget to look me in the eyes whilst I'm pleasuring myself in your mouth.' He turned and looked at Angela. 'She's got a good sensitive mouth. A bit of training and she'll be very good at oral sex.' Emma felt hot humiliation. How could he talk about her like this to a maid? Why did she feel turned on by this? As James climaxed, filling her throat with semen, Emma swallowed and bent her head. 'Thank your lord Emma,' ordered Angela. 'Thank you my lord James' said Emma. End of Part 3 Emma's Endurance Ch. 04 Emma spent the first real day of her honeymoon lying by the large swimming pool, swimming and sun bathing. It was strange, being naked, especially as no one else was, but Emma was less disturbed by this than she thought she would be. At lunchtime, they sat under a large umbrella and James, finishing his salad, suddenly asked 'Emma, when is your next period due?' Emma had to think about this. 'Er, I'm not sure...Oh gosh, sorry Sir James! My Lord, I think it will be due at the end of this month.' James sat back and wiped his mouth, he smiled, but without warmth. 'Oh Emma, I've been waiting for you to slip up. Well, you'll find out how strict or lenient I can be. It will all depend on your behaviour.' James pressed a small button and soon after, Sister Angela arrived. To Emma's surprise, the tall blonde knelt and bowed her head. 'Sir James?' James paused and then replied. 'Angela, we have around three weeks to prepare my sweet wife's arse. I don't think she's going to enjoy this, but who cares. We will. We'll just move things forward a week or so. Now, I want you to show Emma just what she must learn in order to really give her husband pleasure.' Angela reached inside James' swimming shorts and pulled out his penis. Emma watched it grow harder as Angela gently stroked it up and down and within thirty seconds he was fully erect. Angela pulled a small padded stool over and knelt up on it. James turned and spoke to Emma. 'Come and sit here, by our side and watch closely.' The blonde opened her mouth and at the same time, gently revealed the head of James' penis. She took it into her mouth and stayed still, eyes raised to James' face and Emma could see her relax her jaw. James buried his hands in her long blonde hair and pushed gently. They stayed still for ten seconds or so and James suddenly pulled himself out of Angela's mouth and she gasped as she inhaled. He looked over to Emma, who sat still, face burning with embarrassment and arousal and nodded his head. 'Angela just got a throatful of my cock. She's learned how to deep throat and I love the feeling. What I like even more is this..' He pulled Angela's hair aside and the woman placed her hands behind her back. James reached around and there was a soft click as her two silver bracelets were joined together. He stood upright again and ran his hands over Angela's small pointed breasts. 'Facefuck time, you horny bitch. Now, open up!' Angela opened her mouth and James started to move in and out of her mouth, thrusting roughly, then slowly and Angela was at times moaning whilst he hit the back of her throat. Finally he groaned and pulled out of her mouth and stood there, pumping his penis in his hand and he sprayed semen all over Angela's breasts. 'Now, you -- Emma, you come her and lick Sister Angela's breasts clean.' Emma stood, crying out 'No! NO! Don't make me do this.' She started to run back to the house, but James caught her. He picked Emma up and dropped her onto a seat, slapping her hard around the face. 'LICK!, you disobedient bitch.' Emma, tears welling again, started to lick the semen from Angela's breasts. Angela moaned again and pushed her right nipple into Emma's mouth. 'Suck, my lady, make my nipple hard, go on, harder!' She pulled her body away in frustration shouting, 'James, this isn't working. Let's go indoors and punish the little tart.' James seized Emma's wrist and pulled her upright and marched her indoors. He took out his keychain and unlocked a small door that Emma hadn't seen before and as he opened the door, Emma saw descending stone steps. At the bottom of the winding stone stairs, James unlocked another, heavier door. He pushed Emma through the door, switching on the lights and Emma saw various pieces of equipment that reminded her of the school gymnasium. James turned to Angela and said 'Wrists?' Angela nodded and walked over to a display of metal bracelets. She picked up a pair and opened them out, closing them with a loud 'click' over Emma's wrists. James pushed Emma's wrists together and flicked up a small spur of metal, which locked into a matching hole on the other bracelet and joined the two bracelets. Emma's wrists were now bound together in front and James pushed her over to some horizontal bars. He opened the bracelets and then closed them over the bar. Emma was unable to move and she was terrified. 'Let me explain something to you, Emma.' James was standing in front of the bar and he was stroking Angela's breast. 'I'm what is called a Dom and Angela is my partner, called a submissive. I am her master, but she isn't my servant, she's my sub, which means that she does exactly what I order her to do and she enjoys it. She's chosen this lifestyle. You are my wife. You haven't chosen this life, but in a few months, I'll get you pregnant and once you've given birth, you will be offered the choice to live with me as my submissive, or you can leave and live alone. The child will be raised by nannies and you won't see that child again. I realise that it's not much of a choice, but it's how our Order works.' He paused and stroked Emma's face, running his finger across her lips and forcing her mouth open. 'I won't make you pregnant for a while, for you must experience our lifestyle. If you enjoy it, then you'll be an equal partner, with access to our wealth and family support. Do you understand?' Emma nodded and felt a cold shiver of fear wash over her, 'M-my parents?' James smiled 'they are members of the Order. Your mother is a renounced Dominatrix and many men and women serve her every whim.' Emma looked at the floor. 'I see,' she said. 'Well, what happens now?' James smiled again and pinched Angela's nipple, making her moan with pleasure. 'Well, now, we punish you for your insolence. You wouldn't pleasure Sister Angela and you slipped up with my title. I am going to chastise you with this cane.' He pulled down a long cane from a display of floggers, paddles, riding crops and a whip. 'Six strokes, just like school. First though, kiss the cane.' Emma closed her eyes for a second and felt dizzy. She thought, well, it couldn't be worse than the canings at school, so she opened her eyes and kissed the cane. 'I think we'll gag you.' James was holding a ball, attacked to a cloth and he pushed it into Emma's mouth, tying it tightly behind her head. 'Right, let's go.' Emma closed her eyes and felt a terrible blaze of pain across the back of her thighs. 'One' she heard James say. The next blow was right on the crease of her buttocks 'Two -- right on the sweet spot!' Each stroke was a white hot flash of pain and Emma felt herself falling at the last stroke. James unlocked the bracelets and forced Emma to her knees, which caused horrendous pain to her poor, abused buttocks and said 'Now, thank me.' Emma, shocked and burning with the intense pain from the beating, was unable to resist and said 'Thank you My Lord James'. 'Good girl.' James was hugely erect and he pushed Angela over the nearest padded table and penetrated her brutally, pounding in and out, with both of them moaning and shouting as they reached their climax together. End of Part 4 Emma's Endurance Ch. 05 Emma, unable to move, tied to the bars in the underground room of her new husband's holiday home in Corfu, was watching her husband as he pounded in and out of his sub, Sister Angela. The couple were covered in sweat, and as her husband reached his second climax in twenty minutes, he forced Sister Angela around to kneel in front of him, as he pushed his penis deep into her throat. Emma could see the blonde woman's throat expand as her husband, Sir James roared as he came. He pulled out, sperm running down Angela's chin and brutally ordered her to suck him clean. Emma could see that Angela was panting with arousal. James looked across at Emma – 'See?' he asked. 'Sex isn't just for making babies, it's sweaty, brutal fun and if it's good, ever so slightly painful.' He picked up a riding crop from a nearby table and ordered Angela to kneel up on a padded couch, perfect arse raised in the air and he quickly gave her three hard swipes with the crop. Angela didn't cry out, but gripped the wooden poles at the end of the couch and raised her buttocks, with the marks from the riding crop swelling and bruising as James walked around, admiring his handiwork. He reached around and pinched the blonde's long nipples, forcing a moan from her. Was it ecstasy or pain? Emma wasn't sure. James threw down the crop and walked over to Emma. 'How's your arse feeling Emma? Isn't it time for your new plug to be inserted?' He released her from the bars and ordered Emma to kneel where Angela had knelt as James beat her. He pulled out the small plug and inserted his forefinger, twisting slightly as he did so. 'Still way too tight. It's going to take a long time to get Emma's arse stretched, but maybe we can speed things up a little. Go and have a shower ladies and we'll meet in the bedroom in thirty minutes.' He left the room. Emma looked at Angela, who was still breathing heavily. 'Sister Angela? Do we shower together?' The blonde paused for a moment and pulled Emma upstairs to the master bedroom and into the bathroom. 'We'll shower together and you will massage the shower gel onto me and do exactly what I tell you to.' The water was a perfect temperature and Emma was eager to try to please Sir James' acolyte. She took a handful of expensive shower gel and slowly massaged it over the older woman's breasts. Angela moaned and pulled Emma's hand down to her waxed labia and moved her hand and fingers round and round over her clitoris, whilst pressing her soapy breasts against Emma's. Emma got the hint and took another handful of shower gel and started to gently caress the small hard nub of Angela's clitoris. Angela pulled Emma closer towards her and climaxed with a small shriek. Emma dropped her gaze and concentrated on washing herself, wondering what on earth she'd just done. Was this a sin? It must be. Angela pushed the younger girl away and finished her shower. The two women, wrapped in towels opened the bathroom door, to see Sir James with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. 'Hurry up ladies, we're going to relax a little before dinner.' Angela put on a silk dressing gown and left the bathroom and Emma heard the pop of the champagne cork. She continued to dry herself and left the bathroom. Naked, she tentatively walked towards her husband and he handed her a glass of champagne. 'A toast!' he exclaimed. 'To marriage and wealth and lots and lots of sex!' He downed his glass of champagne in one swallow and so did Angela. Emma, not used to the bubbles, managed to do the same, spluttering a little. 'Sit down, Emma and Angela. We'll watch a dvd and relax before dinner.' Emma sat on one of the huge armchairs, feeling a little giddy and felt her mouth drop open as she viewed the movie. It was about a beautiful woman, with red hair, who moaning with pain and lust, had first one, then two and then three fingers pushed up her anus, opening it up to allow her lover to push his whole hand up inside her. Emma felt very strange and relaxed. Everything looked rather hazy and she felt Sir James lift her up and push her over the padded couch. She felt his oiled finger penetrate her and then she felt another. She tried not to tense up, but to relax like the girl on the television, but it was too difficult. James opened the box that contained the plugs and selected a much larger one than Emma had been wearing that morning. He squirted gel onto it and onto his fingers and Emma felt him running his two fingers around her anus again. She liked this feeling and she arched her back a little, pushing her buttocks towards James. 'Well,' she heard him say, 'my wife is an anal slut is she?' Emma felt as though she was floating. James had put a Valium tablet in her champagne and that, along with desensitising gel was helping her to relax. James started to insert the plug, which slid about two thirds of the way into Emma's anus. He pushed hard and it popped into place. Emma screamed, but James took the base and withdrew the plug again. He ran his fingers around the rim of her anus and managed to insert three this time. Emma was numb now and sagging a little, so Angela came over and supported her shoulders, reaching around and gently rubbing the young woman's nipples. James re-inserted the plug and again, it popped into place. It felt great and Emma cried out 'Do it again, please my lord, once more?' James pulled out the plug and Angela kept gently massaging and rolling Emma's nipples as she cried out again. Finally, James took a slightly larger plug and rammed it home. 'We'll take this out tomorrow. I'm surprised, Emma. I never thought you'd enjoy this. We'll have some fun before the big family meeting at the end of the month.' James brought out a black silk band, with two rings on it. He fastened it around Emma's slim neck and then he took two nylon cuffs and attached them to Emma's wrists. He pushed her wrists together, joining the cuffs and then attached them to the silk band. Emma couldn't move her hands. Then, released her hands, but told Emma that this is how she would sleep that night. At dinner, which was light and served by the two maids and butler, Emma was naked. She sat at the table, shivering slightly and felt humiliated, dizzy and slightly nauseous. That night, James put her to bed, joining her wrists and attaching them to her neck band. 'You can't touch yourself Emma, but you can dream of what I'll do tomorrow. I'm sure you'll wake up, ready for more adventures.' James kissed his wife. The kiss was long and slow and he opened her mouth with his tongue. Within seconds they were moaning together. James stood up and looked down at his wife. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were languorous with desire. 'Well, this is a surprise. Who'd have thought such an innocent young convent-school girl would be such a sexy slut? We'll have more fun tomorrow. Sleep well and dream of me.' The next morning, Emma woke and tried to stretch, but her hands were attached to the silk band around her neck. Angela opened the door and freed Emma's hands. 'Come on My Lady, time to clean up.' Emma wasn't sure about this, as she'd hoped that James would wake her and play around with her arse again. She obediently followed Angela to the bathroom and knelt down. Angela pulled the plug out, checking that there was no blood and ignoring Emma's scream of pain. She showed Emma a hot-water bottle attached to a stand and instructed her on how to do her own enema. Twenty minutes later, Emma was clean and ready for the day's activities. James was waiting in the bedroom and he ordered Emma to kneel up and present her anus for morning inspection. He ran a finger around the rim and slipped two inside her. 'Better' he said, 'but not ready yet. I think we'll give you a couple of hours to close up and then we'll stretch you again.' Emma felt her stomach fill with butterflies and trembled slightly. 'Don't worry Emma,' James' voice was gentle and he raised her chin and she gazed into his piercing blue eyes. James groaned. He felt himself swelling immediately and to his surprise realised that he'd never felt this way before. He forced himself to control the urge to fuck his wife senseless and went and stood by the window, swallowing hard. 'There are a few things that I have to tell you, Emma. First, you belong to me. When we married, it was an alliance. Your family is wealthy and so is mine. You are part of the price and I own you. This isn't so unusual, as this situation exists in other parts of the world and in other religions. I will treat you with a certain amount of respect, as your family has requested this. I won't keep you locked up or a prisoner in your own home and I won't force you to be a prostitute. I loan out my various homes to other family members and maybe, I will loan you out to others who desire you, but this won't happen until after the first big family meeting. We will spend the weekend at the castle that belongs to your family. They are higher in the Order than mine and they will decide on when you are to be made pregnant. I hope that this won't be for a while yet, as I'm enjoying the exploration of your body – however. There are things that you need to learn and I will have to send you away for a week for further training. I received an e-mail from the leader of the Order and you will leave in two days. I was hoping that we'd have longer together and that you'd be ready for full sex, but I'm not so sure. That plug that we used to stretch your anus last night was not quite large enough, but if you will agree, we will try to stretch you some more today. Do you agree to this Emma?' Emma, speechless, raised her beautiful green eyes to meet those of her husband and nodded her head. He groaned and moved swiftly across the room to kiss her deeply. He moved on to her nipples, sucking them gently and then rolling them between his finger and thumb. Emma moaned and James lowered his mouth to her slit and sucked hard, running his tongue over her stiff clitoris. James undressed quickly and lowered himself onto her body. 'Wrap your legs around me' he ordered hoarsely and slid his penis into her. He lowered himself onto her and she wrapped her arms around his back, arching her own back as he penetrated her. They moved together, thrusting and kissing, until they both climaxed at the same moment. James pulled out and rolled onto his side. 'Oh God, that was incredible. I love you, Emma. I didn't think I would fall in love with you, but I have. We are going to be a great partnership.' He stroked her slightly tender buttocks, slipping his finger into her anus, moving gently in and out. 'I want to fuck your arse so much, but we'll wait until tomorrow. Meanwhile, please would you let me spank you again? Please?' He was quivering again. Emma was terrified and excited at the same time. 'My lord?' James caressed Emma's buttocks. 'Twenty? Just enough to make them sensitive? Please Emma?' Emma nodded her acquiescence. She crossed to the padded couch, knelt and held onto the bar in front. James stood behind her and started to spank her buttocks with his bare hands. 'Count them baby, come on!' Emma, shaking with fear, counted out the strokes. By twenty, her buttocks were glowing red and James was erect again. He pressed a button and a few seconds later, Angela arrived. 'Suck me Angela' The woman knelt and took James' penis into her mouth and Emma watched in the mirror, still kneeling, with burning buttocks exposed. James finally came in Angela's mouth and stopped panting. 'We'll carry on later, after lunch. Rest until then.' James suddenly left the room, leaving Emma and Angela to their own devices. Emma's Endurance Ch. 06 James had received the message from the Lord of the Order of Saint Ismael that Emma was to be sent to their headquarters in Germany. Every member of the order, once they attained the age of majority, was sent to the Castle of the Hawks. The sons of the most influential families were expected to assume the role of Dominants and to keep a wife and at least a couple of submissives. James had enjoyed his time there, but he was beginning to worry about Emma. He knew that he was starting to fall in love with her and he wasn't sure that he wanted his wife to go through the very intense and painful initiation procedure. On one hand, the thought of what would happen to Emma was extremely erotic, but he wondered what would happen when she was returned to him at the final ceremony. Ah well, he thought, there's nothing I can do about this. He turned off his Blackberry and walked upstairs. Emma was sitting by the window, looking out onto the lawn and beyond to the beach, framed by ancient cedar trees. She was naked (of course) and sketching the scene in front of her. She jumped up when James entered the room and stood in front of him, head bowed as she had seen Sister Angela do a hundred times before. 'Oh, Sir James, I'm so pleased to see you! I hope you don't mind my drawing, but I had nothing to read and Sister Angela is downstairs making preparations for something later on.' James lifted his wife's chin with a finger and kissed her, opening her mouth and she moaned gently. He felt his penis begin to swell at this and knew that he had married the right girl. No one had made him grow so hard so quickly before. He thought of what they would do that evening, when he would take his wife's tight, virgin arse for the first time and began to feel his penis throb. 'On your knees Emma, I'm going to fuck your mouth'. Emma knelt before him and opened her mouth. James pulled back his foreskin and teased her lips with the head of his cock. 'Relax darling, I'm going to push myself in a little further and I want you to take it without gagging. Can you do this?' Emma nodded, a tiny movement, not taking her eyes away from James' face. He clutched her hair and told Emma to suck, which she did, running her tongue over the head. James knew that he wasn't going to last long, not with the thought of what would happen later and he rocked gently backwards and forwards, just touching the back of Emma's mouth. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with lust and lost all control of himself, pushing harder than he thought and Emma gagged. James filled her mouth with semen and Emma struggled to swallow it, just managing it at the last moment. James staggered backwards and Emma fell forward onto her elbows. James could see the plug, with its engraved base reflected in the mirror. He wondered what how she'd cope with the mix of pain and pleasure? James actually preferred anal sex, but only with women. He'd been to a few orgies and had been fellated by both men and women and he'd experimented at school, but preferred heterosexual sex or to observe the action, than to mix it with other sexes. 'Emma, I'm going to rest and eat now and I'll see you downstairs later this afternoon. You should rest as well as this will be quite an evening. I'll see you later, after four.' Emma, crouched on the floor, was unable to lift her head as James left, only doing so when the door clicked, running to the bathroom to vomit. She'd managed to hold onto her breakfast, but only just. She wondered what her punishment would have been if James had found out that she'd failed to relax? About thirty minutes later, Sister Angela entered the bedroom and took Emma into the bathroom. 'Time to remove the plug, my lady.' Emma cried out in pain as the plug was removed. Angela smiled and chuckled. 'I can't wait for later. I hope he'll let me watch as he takes your arse for the first time. Right, time for another enema and then I'll lube you.' Emma crouched down, head on her arms as Angela filled the rubber bulb with warm water and waited until Angela gave her permission to void the water. Finally, Angela squirted an oily lubricant inside Emma's anus and told the girl to stand up. Emma stood up and looked at Angela, who moving closer stroked Emma's nipples gently. 'One day Emma, he's going to give you to me to play with and you won't sit for a week. I'll tie your hands over your head and whip your breasts with my rubber whip and you'll cry in agony and ecstasy at the same time. Each time I touch you, or brush past you, you'll remember what I did. Does that thought fill you with fear or lust, I wonder?' Emma closed her eyes, overcome with emotion. Angela laughed as she left the bathroom saying 'See you later dear!' II Later that afternoon, James and Emma and Angela were in the underground playroom. There was an interesting piece of equipment, rather like an exercise machine, with a place for each foot and then a small padded cushion that resembled a bicycle saddle in reverse and beyond, a bar. Emma placed her feet on the plates and they were strapped into place. Her pubic mound rested on the cushion, which started to vibrate in a very low throb, which was incredibly arousing. Angela stepped forward and ran her fingers over Emma's labia and thrust a couple of them inside Emma's tight, but wet vagina. Emma's clitoris was resting on the throbbing padded cushion and she was light-headed with lust. James reached forward and attached Emma's wrists to the bar. He raised another padded bar, which supported Emma's breasts. This bar began to throb as well, but faster and Emma was almost hysterical with sexual arousal. She started to beg – 'please, do something, I can't take this – it's too much!' James stepped back and started to spank Emma's buttocks with his hand, but moved on after a few strokes to the paddle, which left a rosy glow over Emma's tight young buttocks. He looked over at Angela and asked her if she wanted to have a go. The older woman nodded and picked up a rubber, many-stranded whip. 'Ten, I think. Just enough to sting. Thank you Sir James, I appreciate this.' With each stroke, Emma was thrust down onto the vibrating pads and she screamed in pleasure and pain with each blow. James stood back and admired his wife's glowing buttocks. He pressed a button, which pushed her legs further apart, revealing the tight rosebud of her virgin anus. He inserted a finger and rubbed the oily lubrication around the rim. There was only one way to do this, slowly, open her up with his extraordinarily stiff penis. He'd taken a dose of Viagra earlier, to make sure that he was as stiff as possible. 'Angela – rub the lube on my dick will you?' The blonde knelt and massaged his penis with the lubricant, as sensually as she possibly could. 'Pull her arse apart' James was throbbing and quivering with lust now. Angela walked around to the side and pulled apart Emma's buttocks. James rubbed the head of his penis around Emma's rim and gently thrust to penetrate. Emma moaned. This felt wonderful, if this was anal sex, it felt fantastic. James pushed a little harder and Emma felt a burning pain as he penetrated the edge of the inner sphincter. Suddenly, he thrust hard, bursting through and into the warmth of her rectum. Emma screamed. 'Relax, Emma, this is it. I'm in! The more you relax the better I'll enjoy it.' Emma tried to relax, but the burning pain was overwhelming. James was thrusting in and out, pulling all the way out and then pushing hard to open her up with each thrust. 'Oh God...I can't last much longer!' He began to thrust harder, holding onto handles at the side of the padded cushion. With each thrust, he was panting and grunting and all of a sudden, Emma could feel him swell inside her and he shouted as he climaxed. James pulled out and inspected Emma's anus, but apart from slight swollen tissue, she was intact. 'Good girl, Emma. You didn't tear, so we can have a bit more fun!' Emma was almost fainting from the overload of sensations. She had no idea if she'd had an orgasm or if she'd wet herself or of anything. Her whole body felt as though she'd been set alight. James offered her a drink with a straw and she gratefully drank. James and Angela kissed, long and hard and sat down on the huge sofa. They switched on the huge screen and started to watch a movie. Emma could see the screen as well and was horrified to see that two men were penetrating a small, curvy girl at the same time. One, in the girl's vagina and the other slowly pushing into her anus. The girl was moaning and screaming with pleasure and the men were grunting and thrusting hard, but suddenly they stopped and got the girl to fit both the heads of their cocks in her mouth at once. Then they went back carried on having sex with this girl, until they ejaculated all over her face and breasts. James stood up and roughly ordered Sister Angela to 'suck my dick, you whore!' Angela did so, with a huge grin at Emma, still prostrated on the odd machine. After a couple of minutes, James pulled out and walked back over to Emma and started to fuck her arse all over again. This went on for what seemed like hours, until James finally released Emma, picked her up and carried her upstairs to bed. They slept together for the first time and on waking the next morning, James took Emma again. 'Roll on your side, Emma and pull up your knees.' He thrust up and straight inside her yet again. He reached around and gently rubbed a nipple. Sensitive, Emma moaned in pain and lust. James thrusts were gentler than the night before and once he was finished, he rolled her onto her back again and kissed her, telling her that he loved her very much. 'Rest, my darling. You'll be going to Germany tonight for training and I won't see you again until it's finished. I love your arse. I love your cunt and I love your tits. All are mine and mine alone. Never forget this.' Emma's Endurance Ch. 07 James was feeling extremely troubled. He did not expect that his marriage to Emma would be a success. He had thought that perhaps he'd be able to carry on his solo existence, visiting Emma in her house two or three times per week and spending time with Angela in his flat. He'd fallen in love with his wife and it didn't feel good. The Order of Saint Ismael had been in existence, on and off since the Hellfire Club of the eighteenth century. It had been a club for young men to do what they wanted with prostitutes, but somehow, it evolved into a way of life for certain families. It wasn't as though James had rejected this way of living, but he wasn't sure how long it could last. Someone, sometime in the future would complain and charges of arranged or forced marriage could well be brought and James had a suspicion that he was one of the last to be fully offered a partnership in the Order. The instructions for Emma's full initiation had arrived and she would leave for Germany that evening. James felt he had to help her somehow. Emma was lying on a sunlounger by the pool, still naked, but beautifully suntanned. Her eyes were closed, but James knew that she wasn't asleep. 'Emma?' James wasn't sure how she was feeling. She'd been tearful after the sex that morning and James had asked her what was wrong, but she said that she didn't know. She sobbed for ten minutes and James held her tight and felt protective towards her for the first time. Emma opened her eyes and smiled at James. His heart leapt and he was sure now that he had fallen in love. 'Sweetheart, I have to send you away to a castle this weekend. It's compulsory training for all family members of our order, but I don't want you to be shocked by what happens. I'm going to give you a book to read. It isn't exactly how we live, but an influential member of the order wrote it. We were surprised at how popular it was, but we couldn't figure out who wrote it. It took nearly forty years for us to find out that a man had written it. He wrote under a nom-de-plume and for years, people had thought a woman was the author. However, that's not the most important thing. The book will introduce you to our lifestyle. It will be very useful.' James handed Emma a slightly battered copy of 'The Story of O'. 'Read it this afternoon. Tell me what you think.' Emma took the book and read the first few pages, her mouth dropping open with surprise and blushing bright red. 'Oh....this is very...er...' James felt his penis swelling -- 'Come upstairs, now' he ordered, pulling her upright and across the lawn. In their bedroom, they kissed deeply and fell onto the bed. For only the second time since their wedding, they had conventional sex, no Angela, no spanking or bondage and it felt great. It didn't take long for James to finish, as he could sense Emma's arousal. He soon found himself growing stiff again and he slipped a pillow under Emma's hips and raised her legs over his shoulders and gently slipped in and out of her sensitive anus. As he came again, he saw tears in his wife's eyes. 'What's wrong?' he asked. 'I don't know, I just don't know,' Emma sobbed. James pressed his private call button for Angela and she arrived a minute or so later. 'What's wrong with Emma?' James was very confused now. Emma was still sobbing gently. Angela looked at her and chuckled. 'She's sexually frustrated, Lord James. It's messing up her hormones and emotions and what she needs is a huge orgasm. Would you like me to help?' James nodded and looked at his wife's small rounded breasts, with hard, stiff nipples and gently kissed each one. With each kiss, Emma arched her back and then moaned, part in protest and lust as Angela started to run her tongue over Emma's labia, flicking it over the small, hard clitoris. James sat up behind Emma and started to gently pull and rub each sensitive nipple. Emma was screaming now and suddenly jerked sideways, panting hard. 'Better?' Angela asked, with a sly smile. Emma couldn't speak, but just nodded. 'We'll leave you now to read that book and we'll come back this evening and discuss what will happen. Will you be okay, Emma?' Emma nodded again. She was a very fast reader and the book wasn't exactly a 'War & Peace' length, but she found herself pausing from time to time. The piercing worried her, the branding filled her with dread and the regular whipping, using real riding crops, was terrifying. It didn't seem very likely that a modern woman would submit to all of that without once questioning her lover, but Emma (who was quite well-read and intelligent) realised that this was for erotic effect. She was very aroused by the book, but thought that the heroine was weak and stupid. That evening, at dinner, they discussed 'The Story of O'. James was astounded. Emma was respectful, but she stated her fears and opinions of the book with surprising self-confidence. Emma stopped in mid-sentence to take a sip of water and noticed James' surprise. 'My Lord James, I did very well at school. I had been hoping to go to university to study philosophy and English literature. Look - I'm pretty certain that I got high marks at A level -- A*s. It's been a difficult time for me, thinking that I was free to do what I wished with my life and my body, despite our religion, but I have to admit that this way of living is extremely erotic. How accurate is the book?' James looked over at Angela and shrugged. 'I don't know' he admitted. 'What do you think, Angela?' 'I've been to the Castle in Germany several times,' Angela admitted, 'but it wasn't exactly like the book. It's not a brothel for a start and it's far more formal than the book. The girls are dressed rather like they are in the book, with a corset and long skirt, but the men are usually dressed like monks. There are a lot of ceremonies and a lot of play-acting. If you go there and enjoy the fantasy and role-play, then that could be the full extent of the life-style. It's up to you and your master or husband -- or wife, to take it further.' 'Did you see any branded girls?' asked Emma. 'No, but I did see a man with a brand on his buttocks. He was a submissive and also a full member of the order. I think he lived there full time, but as a submissive, my knowledge is limited.' James paused and then said 'I'm not quite a full member yet. I was going to have my initiation ceremony this next weekend and then afterwards, I would be a full partner, with access to funds and parity with my parents -- and yours as well, Emma.' 'So, this is a club, with financial benefits, rather like an ancient Oxford or Cambridge college?' Emma had forgotten to say 'My Lord or Sir James, but due to the intensity of the conversation, no one noticed. 'I guess we'll find out,' said James. 'But you go first. No one will brand you, so please don't worry, but you may find that you will be treated as a sexual plaything. You'll be fine.' Emma bent her head, trying not to panic. 'Emma, you will be fine, I promise,' James' voice was soft and reassuring. 'I'll come as soon as possible and look after you. I love you.' Angela looked at Sir James in shock. She felt a terrible surge of jealousy run through her. 'B-but -- what about me?' James looked at Angela with equal affection. 'Sweetheart, I love you too. You are my girl, my sub. You are mine.' Angela smiled, a small, rather scared smile. 'I love you too, my Lord, my Master.' She got off her stool and knelt in front of James. 'I am yours. Please use me, take me?' James pulled Angela upright and kissed her on the forehead. 'Yes, my darling, you can come with me. Emma? The plane leaves tonight and I won't see you for a week. Be careful and don't forget that I'll come for you as soon as I can.' On the drive to the airport, Emma, who was dressed in a hooded robe, with no underwear beneath it, sobbed all the way. The chauffeur took her through VIP passport control and to the private jet. Emma had never felt so alone in her whole life and wondered just how she'd cope with the Castle of the Eagles. End of Part 7. Emma's Endurance Ch. 08 The Castle The small private jet landed and taxied for a few minutes. Emma, who had never felt so alone in her whole life, walked down the steps and saw that there was a large Mercedes waiting for her. To Emma's surprise, the car didn't leave the airport, but stopped at a large hangar and she was helped out and stood, shivering slightly in cool air of the early morning. The driver, giving Emma the ages-old up then down again look, told her to please wait a few minutes. He tried to start a conversation but Emma put up the hood of her robe and looked at the ground, folding her arms in front of her. After some long minutes, Emma heard a helicopter approaching. 'Zis ees for you, my lady' said the chauffeur and with some nervousness, she walked, head bowed to the open door. The helicopter had eight seats, all of which were empty and Emma sat nearest the door that she had entered through, looking down at forests and ravines. She fantasised about crashing down there and walking her way back to civilisation, avoid the terrifying ordeal that she was sure was waiting for her at the castle. The helicopter climbed still higher and Emma saw a fairytale castle perched on top of a stone promontory. There was an enormous terrace with an 'H' painted on it and this was where they landed. Emma waited until the rotors had stopped turning and almost jumped out of her skin in fright as the door was yanked open. A man in a long brown robe, which looked like the one that Emma was wearing, was standing in front of her. 'Lady Stornoway?' Emma nodded. 'Please follow me. I am not permitted to climb the steps to the front door, but you must do this and knock three times.' Emma, trembling so much that she feared her legs would give way from under her, followed the man. They passed through an ornamental gate. Emma saw several majestic, wide stone steps leading up to an enormous wooden door. Holding onto the stone balustrade, as her legs were now very weak, Emma mounted the steps and stood in front of the door. There was a wrought-iron knocker, with a lion's head and closing her eyes and offering a quick prayer to every martyred virgin, Emma knocked three times. A young woman opened the door. She was dressed in the uniform that Emma had read about in 'The Story of O', long, full skirt, tight corset-like bodice, a transparent fabric showing her bare breasts and high-heeled clogs. To Emma's horror, she realised that she knew this girl from school. She had been in the year above and she had left before her A level exams. 'A-aren't y-you Francesca?' Emma stammered, as a result of the cold mountain air and enormous fear. 'Come in Emma, we've been waiting for you!' Emma walked through the door and into a dark hallway. 'Are you naked under your robe?' asked Francesca. 'Yes, I am, and I'm freezing' said Emma. 'Follow me' ordered Francesca and she walked off, with Emma trailing behind, along long stone-flagged corridors, past closed, dark wooden doors and up some stairs, finally halting in front of a double door. 'This is the refectory and we take our meals in silence. Eat something and stay quiet and afterwards, we'll go and bathe you and dress you.' Emma sat at the end of a long table. There were about thirty young women and ten young men eating quietly. Some of the girls wore the long hooded robes, but most were wearing the classic serving-wench style of corset and skirt. Emma noticed that several had painted nipples and lips, just as described in 'that book' as she had started to call it. Emma had imagined what would come next and she was correct. She was taken to what resembled a beauty salon, re-waxed, hair washed and blow-dried, nails manicured, painted with a clear, slightly pink varnish. She was given an enema, lubricated and then left alone, naked for a few minutes. She had the feeling that someone was watching her, but again, she expected this. It provided her with an odd, small germ of courage and intent. Two women returned, with the ankle and wrist cuffs, made of black leather and a wide, soft collar for her neck. Emma looked into the mirror, the combination was very erotic and she wondered what she was going to wear. She could feel herself becoming warm and damp and crossed her legs and almost leapt in fright as one of the women spoke to her sharply 'Coño..No my lady!' The robe was brought out again and Emma stood up as it was pulled over her head, with the hood up, covering her hair. Then she was blindfolded. Emma stood completely still, to frightened to take a step. She felt her wrists being pulled forward and they were joined, not closely, but with a loose chain in-between the cuffs. She was led by a chain attached to the one joining her wrist cuffs and was reassured by a woman's voice, that no one would let her fall or stumble. Slowly, carefully, they walked along stone floors, up a few stairs and then the sound changed as a creaking door opened. Emma was led forward and she was instantly aware that this was a large room. The floor was warm and made of wood, but she could feel that there was space all around her. The blindfold was removed and Emma slowly raised her head. II She was standing in a pool of light. All around was darkness, but Emma knew that many people were also in the room with her. 'Emma, Lady Stornoway, we are the Order of Saint Ismael. You are the wife and property of your Lord, James of Stornoway and this very week; he will be made a full partner and member of this order. It is a tradition within our order, that you, his wife and property should have this time to state your views and make a plea. If you wish to be free, we will let you go and you will never see any of us again. This also involves your family. If you wish to leave now, you will be alone. You are not here as a submissive. You may be surprised to learn that you have some rights. This is your opportunity now, to speak your mind and shape your destiny.' Emma swallowed. The spark of resolute courage, which had been growing within her since the day before, suddenly flared and she spoke. 'I am,' she paused, 'young. Too young in many ways to have to make a decision like this. I am only eighteen years old and I was hoping to continue my studies. This life -- this way of life that I have been introduced to, is enticing. I didn't know what to expect of married life, but I have grown to love my husband and I am thankful to my parents as they chose the right husband for me. My husband, as he has told me is a Dom? He has a submissive, who lives with him to be his sex slave and to agree to his every whim, but where does this leave me? I have a proposition for you. I would like please, to stay with my husband, but I would like to go to university to study Psychology and Philosophy and Economics. I could be an asset to the order. There are many people who study at university who have little freedom -- children of politicians, or the aristocracy and I am happy to stay within our circle. I promise never to discuss the order with anyone who is not of this order. Your secrets are my secrets. I don't want to leave, but I cannot stay and serve the order as an ill-educated, ignorant chattel. I accept your restrictions, your limits and your orders, but please let me go and study? I would like to read, observe and learn the secrets of sexuality. If you do not, then there is a risk that you are prostituting me. I may as well be a prisoner, kept like a poor girl from an ignorant, fundamentalist family, locked away and perhaps one day, tied up and drowned in the family swimming pool. Surely, we, as an order are more enlightened than this? If I choose this life, I will return, with my husband and join and act under his command.' Emma bowed her head and fell to her knees. She was exhausted and cold and felt that she had just pled for her life. There was a silence for almost a minute. Then a pair of hands started clapping, joined by several others. Surprised, Emma raised her head and saw her mother walking towards her. 'Mummy?' Emma's mother embraced her and stood along side her daughter, head thrown back, wearing the same brown robe. 'I am the mother of this girl. I am a full member of the order and I say that we should permit her to study at university -- but first, she should undergo testing and training here, to discover what she likes, what she needs to work on and what she will do for sexual pleasure. She shall spend this week, before her husband arrives, in observation and study. No one is to take her. No one is to rape her, but she will learn. Yes?' There was a pause, but then, there was a swell of sound, of 'Yes!' in more than one language. Emma's mother whispered in her ear. 'Come with me,' and she led her daughter away from the hall. III In a richly decorated, warm room, Emma's mother laid her down on a couch and sat on a stool next to her. 'I'm so proud of you, Emma.' 'Why?' asked Emma, with a voice so weak that it was little more than a faint whisper. 'This was the same speech, almost to the word that I made twenty years ago!' Emma propped herself up on one elbow. 'Wh-what?' 'Yes,' Emma's mother helped herself to a glass of wine and beckoned into the shadows and a man appeared, dressed only in a strange leather strap, which seemed to imprison his penis in a painful position. He offered a tray of cold meats, cheeses and other snacks. Emma's mother nodded her head and he placed the tray on a table, pulling it towards the two women. 'This is my submissive, Jack. Pay no attention to him. He is mine to do what I please and pleasing me, I please him. Eat, sweetheart, get some strength back.' Emma ate and drank some of the wine. Stunned by the events of the day, unaware of the time, whether it was afternoon or evening. Emma could feel the warmth of the room and the alcohol relaxing her stiff muscles. 'Did you succeed Mother?' Emma's mother nodded. 'I did. I went to university and I studied hard and then I had you. We are a modern and sophisticated society. We aren't tribal savages, who rape their women, or disfigure them. We ask that people submit or acquiesce to our order. If not, then they do not need to have anything to do with us.' Emma felt a lot better and asked 'But how do we keep this order a secret?' 'So far, my dear, we have been fortunate. This is why we have this castle, far away from the nearest city. We live privileged, wealthy lives and no one ever talks. So, will you stay and play and learn?' Emma nodded and lay back, letting sleep overwhelm her. End of Part 8. Emma's Endurance Ch. 09 Training begins... Emma awoke an hour or so later, she felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Her wrists were freed, but she was still naked underneath the robe. She needed to empty her bladder and had no idea what to do, or where to go. She coughed gently and her mother entered the comfortable salon a moment later. 'Time to go dear. It's the beginning of your education and you will learn a great deal about yourself in the next few days. You won't see me until the weekend, but I will be staying here until Sir James arrives.' Emma stood up and followed her mother. They walked along a long corridor, which ended at a carpeted wooden staircase. They descended several levels and the wood became stone. The walls were made of rough stone now and at the bottom of the steps, Emma and her mother stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. Emma's mother rapped on this door and it was opened by a large, semi-naked man, who bowed his head to Emma's mother. 'Please follow me' the man spoke quietly and walked ahead. Emma noticed that he was wearing an anal plug, rather like those that James had presented to her in Corfu. The corridor reminded Emma of photographs of prisons, with many metal doors and all were closed. The last door was open and inside Emma saw a narrow bed and on the wall, a flat screen television. 'This is your cell, Emma. You will sleep here and study and experience your training. You will leave to eat and to shower and clean yourself inside. You will be naked at all times and do whatever is asked of you without complaint. If you resist, you will be punished.' Emma glanced at her mother, who kissed her on the cheek. 'I'll see you in a week and I hope you will gain much from this experience.' Emma entered the tiny cell and sat on the bed. The man reappeared in the doorway and asked Emma if she'd like to visit the bathroom and Emma nodded. 'Please take off your robe and follow me.' The man took hold of Emma's wrists and joined them together, attaching a leash to the connector and walked in front of Emma, leading her like an animal. In the large, modern bathroom, the man freed Emma's wrists again and she emptied her bladder. There was a bidet, which Emma used and an unfamiliar hot-air blower, which Emma was instructed how to use to dry her body. Emma cleaned her teeth, with the toothbrush that was handed to her by the man and then he asked her to follow him again. She held out her wrists and he reattached the leash to them. Inside the tiny cell, Emma noticed that the bed had a chain attached to the frame. The man hooked the catch into the ring on her collar and she was now truly confined. There was a pile of books next to the bed and the man, who told Emma that his name was Adrian, advised her to read them. Adrian left the cell and closed the door, locking it with much jangling of keys. Emma stood up and tried to see how far she could move. The chain attached to her neck collar was just long enough for Emma to stand and walk two steps. Emma sat back on the bed again and then the television screen flickered into life. There was a film, just starting, which was about a girl who was being instructed how to relax her throat, so that she could swallow more of the enormous penis of a young black man. He held her hair behind her head and pushed gently, suddenly withdrawing and the girl gasped for air. Emma realised that this was the famous 'deep throating' that her husband demonstrated with his submissive, Angela. She hadn't realised that her airway would be blocked by the huge penis and wondered if she could ever manage to do this. The cell door opened and a young man entered, carrying a clipboard and he sat opposite Emma, on a small couch that had been stored under the bed. 'I have come to ask you some questions, which will give us a baseline to start your training. Please answer truthfully.' He handed Emma the clipboard and sat quietly while she answered the questions. The questions ranged from whether Emma was a virgin when she married, through her experience of sex, anal sex, spanking, had she ever masturbated (blushing, no) did she enjoy being spanked (no) whipping, had she enjoyed this (no) had she disobeyed her husband (no) had she ever thought about women as sexual partners? (no) and on to whether she had orgasms at school, had she been punished at school (yes) and how did she feel about discipline and punishment. Emma wasn't sure, but she answered each question, blushing at times. The young man picked up the clipboard and put it down on the couch. 'Now, you will kneel in front of me and suck my penis. I want you to be imaginative and make me want to fuck you. I want you to try to relax your throat and when I come, you will swallow my semen. Do you understand me?' Emma nodded and knelt in front of the young man. He was circumcised and to start with, Emma kissed the end, running her tongue over the tiny hole at the tip. She took his rapidly stiffening penis in her mouth and started to suck on it, running her tongue up and down the side. 'Relax, cunt' the young man was starting to pant now and he pulled Emma's hair back from her face and told her to look him in the face. Emma opened her eyes wide and tried not to panic as he pushed his penis into the back of her mouth. He thrust slightly and she gagged. 'That's one stroke with the cane for you and there'll be one more for each time you gag. By the time he was filling her mouth with semen, Emma had been promised six strokes of the cane. The young man pulled Emma upright and grasped her buttocks hard. He leant down and sucked on each of her nipples in turn and she gasped. 'Does the thought of the cane fill you with fear or excitement, Emma?' 'I'm not sure' said Emma. The young man laughed -- 'two more strokes for you. You forgot to call me master! I think I'll administer them myself. I could do with a bit of a workout.' He left the cell suddenly and Emma sat on the bed, filled with a mixture of sexual excitement from the oral sex and fear of the cane. The young man returned a few minutes later, with a long cane in his hand and two girls accompanied him. One of whom, Emma had known from school. She blushed and started to cry out 'no, please no!' The girls joined Emma's wrists together and attached them to a chain dangling above the bed. Then they each took hold of one of her ankles, pulling her legs apart. Emma, lying on the rough bed cover, was fully exposed to the air and she was crying out 'no, please don't, I'll be good!' she was almost sobbing from the humiliation of being held, legs apart and exposed in front of a stranger. The man nodded and one of the girls took a ball gag, placed on a stretchy band from a cupboard in the corner of the cell. She forced Emma's mouth open and the ball slipped in, held in place by the stretchy band, which stayed in place at the back of Emma's head. He had carried in a long, slim cane, with a leather handgrip at the end. He stood in front of Emma in looked down at her, with her mouth blocked, beautiful green eyes wide with fear. 'Right then. Six strokes to the inside of the thighs. Have you ever been whipped there before?' Emma, eyes wide with fear, shook her head. The young man raised his hand. The searing pain was a shock, but it was quite different to the spanking on the buttocks. This part of her body was more sensitive and after the sixth stroke, the young man ran his tongue up her thighs and licked Emma's clitoris. Emma moaned. 'Well, who'd have thought it? Our little chick is turned on! Lick her girls.' The girls also ran their tongues up Emma's thighs and circled her clitoris. Emma couldn't move, but she found herself trying to thrust her hips upwards. 'Go on girls, make her come' ordered the young man. The two girls continued to run their tongues up Emma's super-sensitive thighs, ending with a strong, long suck at her clitoris and it didn't take long for Emma's body to spasm as she climaxed. 'So, two more strokes...did you think I'd forgotten them?' The young man took his long, flexible cane and stared at Emma's sweating, exposed body. 'Hmm, yes. He raised his arm and quickly delivered a searing stroke to each nipple. Emma strained up against the hands holding her ankles apart and her eyes filled with tears. 'I'm taking the gag out now and the first thing you'll do is to thank me. You will say, thank you Master and kiss the cane. Now, release her and make her kneel.' Emma was gasping now, but she did as she was ordered. 'Thank you Master,' and she kissed the cane. Emma was escorted to the bathroom again and she emptied her bladder, used the bidet and the hot air jet, wincing as the air hit her tender thighs and breasts. That night, she was chained to the bed and she fell asleep, completely exhausted. Emma awoke in the early light. She ran her hands over the slightly raised weals on her inner thighs. They felt incredibly sensitive and she remembered how she had enjoyed the sensation of the girls' tongues on her thighs. She gently brushed a finger over her nipples and again, they were so sensitive that the mixture of pain and gentle touch was arousing. She moved a little and remembered that she was tethered to the bed, like an animal and felt a wave of sexual arousal wash over her. She heard keys in the door and Adrian appeared, with a leash in his hand. Emma stood up and bent her head, as she had seen Sister Angela do to Emma's husband, James. 'No, my lady, you don't have to submit to me. I am here to care for you and I am a submissive, who chooses to stay here full-time. Please hold out your hands and I'll take you to the bathroom.' In the bathroom, Emma saw seven other girls, who were all going through the shower/enema/lubrication/ routine. She recognised two of them and smiled and nodded to them. No one was chatting. A girl entered the bathroom. She was dressed in the bodice and skirt of the traditional uniform and her nipples were painted. She was pale and trembling. 'The Inquisitor has just arrived! Be careful, be aware and God help us all!' The girls, all of whom were new brides or submissives-in-training, looked at each other with surprise and then simultaneously gasped as they looked at the floor to see that Adrian had fainted. End of part 9. Emma's Endurance Ch. 10 Anal training Emma quickly took a cold flannel and wiped Adrian's face. He groaned and opened his eyes. 'Adrian, what happened? Why are you so scared of this person?' 'Emma, I can't talk about him, but please be very careful of this man. He is dangerous.' All the girls were washed and dried by this time. Adrian stood up, with trembling legs and with his voice a tiny whisper, said 'follow me girls and we'll go and eat breakfast.' The girls walked along the corridor, past the doors to their cells and staying at their basement level, they walked along another corridor, with just a few doors that were all closed, but behind one of the doors, they could hear the sound of someone being flogged. They looked at each other with apprehension, but carried on walking and entered what had been a kitchen in other centuries. They sat at benches and ate off a long table, just like they had at school and no one said a word. Emma was seated opposite a girl whom she recognised from her schooldays and she looked at her and raised her eyebrows. The girl, who Emma thought was called Maria, looked down at her plate. She wasn't wearing a wedding ring and Emma wondered if she was a submissive who was being trained, or whether she was there because she had no choice. Emma had her suspicions about the claims that The Order of Saint Ismael weren't all the honest truth. She didn't believe that all submissives had given consent and she wasn't sure that all the members were equal. Adrian, calling the girls to line up and return to their cells, broke her thought process and she obeyed. Back in Emma's cells, she was attached to the chain above the bed again and Adrian advised her to start reading the books that were placed by the bed. The top book was 'The Story of O' and Emma decided to read it again. It felt as though a great deal had happened since James had given her the book to read, even though it was only three days earlier. The screen flickered into life and Emma looked up, to see a girl who was dressed in the uniform of the Castle. The girl, reading an autocue, was talking about oral sex. She was reading instructions on how to fellate a man. As she read the instructions, on a split screen, another girl was demonstrating the actions. The girl said 'By your bedside, there will be a banana. Practice the deepthroating technique by pretending that the banana is a penis, the penis of your lord and master.' Emma looked and sure enough, there was a banana. The girl on the recording said 'Now, insert the banana into your mouth and keep the blunt end at the back of your tongue. You are going to try to learn to relax. Breathe in and out of your nose, keeping the banana at the back of your tongue and let it slip a little further down your throat. Do not let go, or you may choke.' Emma obeyed. It wasn't easy, but she thought that if she practised every day, then by the end of the week, she'd be able to accommodate her husband's penis almost as well as Sister Angela did. The recording ended and the door opened. Adrian was standing there and he was carrying a tray. 'Lady Emma, I have come to assess your anal capacity. Please relax, this may feel uncomfortable, but do your best to comply. Kneel up on the bed and place your head down on your folded arms.' Emma knelt, feeling the cool air on her buttocks. Adrian ran his finger around the rim of Emma's anus. She always enjoyed this sensation and relaxed as much as she could. Adrian inserted his middle finger and as his finger was thicker than Sir James', Emma gasped and tried to relax. Adrian slid his finger in and out a few times and then tried to insert his forefinger and middle finger. Emma cried out, as this was slightly painful. 'Relax, my lady. You have to relax as much as possible.' He removed his fingers and picked up something from the tray. 'This is a dildo, Emma. It is a model of normal sized penis and I'm going to insert it and see if you can take it all.' He did so slowly. It felt quite uncomfortable to begin with, but Emma, who was becoming aroused, began to push her buttocks back towards Adrian. 'That's good, my lady, now this is a slightly larger dildo. Relax' It didn't feel too bad at first, but the stretching was making Emma panic. It hurt a little, but Emma's fear wasn't helping. Adrian stopped for a moment and wrote down a few notes in a book and said 'let's try again. This won't tear you, but it will feel tight. Don't worry, it won't get stuck. I have hold of the end of it.' This time the rubber penis felt more comfortable. Adrian penetrated and withdrew several times, and suddenly reached around and gently rubbed Emma's clitoris. She felt a huge wave of arousal wash through her and Adrian left the dildo in place for a few moments, rubbing Emma's nipples and clitoris until she started to moan and pant. He withdrew the dildo again and said 'last one now.' First, he circled and rubbed each super-sensitive nipple and moved onto her clitoris, until she was saying 'please, please...' She felt the head of another dildo at her anus, but this one was much larger. Emma screamed. Adrian carried on with the penetration. He withdrew and repeated the action a few more times and then placed the dildo on the tray. 'Very good, Emma. I have to make some recommendations to your husband, so please stay in this position and I'll be back soon.' What? Emma was astounded. Was James there at the castle? She could hear Adrian talking, but he was alone and he walked back into the cell, with a mobile phone in his hand. He handed it to Emma. 'Darling,' James' voice was warm and loving. 'Adrian has recommended a course of anal training. He doesn't think that using butt plugs will help, so he's going to get some of the stewards and members to help out. They'll come down to help you several times a day. They will fuck you, but that's fine. I'm all for this, as it will stretch your arse. We can play with butt plugs at home, but nothing beats the real thing. Is that okay? It will make me very happy. Please say yes?' 'Y-y-yes' Emma stammered. She was both terrified and aroused at the same time. 'Okay, then they'll start today. Have fun darling, I'll see you soon'. James terminated the call and Emma handed the phone back to Adrian. The incongruity of the situation almost made her laugh. There she was, bum in the air, talking to her own husband about letting other men have sex with her and no one seemed surprised. Adrian patted her buttocks. 'Wait there a while Emma, I'll be back soon.' Emma waited, again buttocks exposed, wondering what was about to happen next. Adrian returned. He was accompanied by the same young man, who had whipped Emma's thighs the night before. 'Hello my lady,' said the young man. 'Adrian, suck my dick will you, I need to get erect. You are more skilled at this than young Emma here. Oh, and watch.' Emma watched. Adrian knelt and kissed the end of the young man's penis. He ran his tongue up towards the testicles and then licked each one, which was growing tight and hard as Emma watched. Adrian held the penis in his hand and massaged it for a moment and then he took it all into his mouth. Emma could see his throat swell as the head of the penis penetrated the top of Adrian's throat. After ten seconds or so, the young man withdrew. His penis was totally erect now. 'By the way, my lady, I'm Master Dominic. I'm a steward here and I help the members with discipline and organisation. Now, as they say, relax and open wide.' Emma braced herself, as Master Dominic started to penetrate her anus. 'Not bad,' the young man said. He pushed harder and started a brisk pumping action. At the end of each thrust, Emma felt pain as her anus was stretched, but she was able to relax and she focussed on staying in the same position as the young man pumped in and out. 'Pull her cheeks further apart, Adrian' ordered Master Dominic. Emma was struck by the humiliation of the situation. A man she scarcely knew and assisted by another was anally raping her. She couldn't resist and had no right to resist, as she'd given permission to her husband to authorise this. Adrian pulled apart her buttock cheeks and the young man increased speed and penetration. Emma, tears of pain in her eyes, braced herself on the bed and then, without warning the young man filled her rectum with semen, grunting as he did so. 'Thanks, Adrian love,' said Master Dominic and he left the room. Emma knelt up a little and raised her head. She wiped the tears of pain away and smiled bravely at Adrian. He patted her on the head. 'Get used to this, my lady. It'll happen at least five times each day. Now, let's go and clean up.' Emma held out her wrists and Adrian joined the cuffs and attached the leash. In the bathroom, he showed her how to flush out her rectum and anus with warm and then cold water to tighten up the sphincter again. He ran a finger around the rim to check and Emma dried herself. 'Right then, back to work,' said Adrian. End of Part 10 Emma's Endurance Ch. 11 Dear reader, this is part of what is turning into a novel. Please read the previous parts to gain a fuller understanding of the story. Emma, on her knees, confined to her bed by a chain attached to her collar, rump in the air was about to accept (not that she had any choice) her sixth anal penetration of that day. She was tired. No that was wrong, she was absolutely exhausted and she sent an appealing glance towards Adrian, the steward of the 'new wives' section. Adrian mouthed a silent message of 'last one' to her and Emma bowed her head and closed her eyes and tried to relax. This man was quite well endowed and Emma was in real pain. She tried not to cry out, but small cries of 'oh, oh,' seemed to spur on his enthusiastic thrusts. He ejaculated with a grunt and pulled out, slapping Emma's buttocks quite hard and pushed her down flat onto the mattress. She sighed in pure relief, forcing her aching body to relax. Just as she was about to fall asleep, Adrian touched her shoulder and Emma sat up, wincing in pain. 'Back to the bathroom, my lady and time to rinse you out again. That's the last one, but you'll be summoned to the great hall, along with everyone else tonight. So don't get too comfortable.' After an anal douche, warm and then cold water, a squirt of lubricant and a quick examination, Emma was led back to her room, wrists bound in front of her, as usual with Adrian holding a leash. 'There'll be dinner in the usual dining room, in a few minutes and then you'll be made up, dressed in the castle uniform and you'll be taken upstairs to the grand hall. I'll be there as well. The Inquisitor has arrived and he'll be choosing his companions for the next two days. He won't choose you, so you are safe, but let me warn you, this will shock you. He chose me once and I couldn't sit for ten days and as for my arse, well I'll tell you about that another time. He's interested in both sexes. Very few are safe, but as you are a new bride, he's not allowed to select you.' Adrian looked Emma in the eyes and she could see his fear. 'Be thankful that you are safe, my lady.' The girls ate a light meal in their small dining room. All were, as usual, naked. Some were carefully sitting, with anal plugs inserted, some sat down slowly, with welts covering their buttocks. One had her nipples pierced and sat quietly, tears running down her cheeks. Her nipples had been pierced and Emma realised that she'd heard her screams earlier that afternoon and she shivered slightly. After their meal, they were taken to the large and luxurious bathroom and their hair was washed and dried. All the girls (with the exception of the girl with pierced nipples) had their nipples painted, with a dark red liquid. After this, they were made up, with light eye shadow and their lips were painted with the same colour as their nipples. Emma was fastened into the bodice, which was laced up rather tightly, with her breasts sitting on small cups, so that they were thrust forward. The bodice had a light gauze top that was shaped from two pieces of sheer fabric, which crossed at the back. Then she stepped into the full skirt and her nails and toenails were painted in the same colour. She stepped into the high-heeled clogs and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked good, but with her slim form and round, high breasts, long hair and clear skin, she resembled a high fashion model, rather than the wanton slut, that she thought she'd look like. Adrian was dressed in a pair of tight shorts and a sleeveless gauze top. He looked androgynous and was also wearing light makeup. The girls were led upstairs, not bound, but they were warned not to look anyone in the face and to be quiet and dignified, yet submissive at all times. 'Whatever you see tonight, do not react' warned Adrian. 'You've all read 'The Story of O?' The girls all nodded. 'Right, well keep quiet and don't draw attention to yourselves.' II In the grand hall, which was three floors up and through a long maze of corridors, the lighting was dimmed, except for a pool of light in the centre. There was a long table, where seven people had just been eating dinner. The remnants of this were being cleared away as the girls entered the hall. They stood in the dark, up against one of the stone walls and saw that seven people were all dressed in the hooded dark robes, with the hoods up, so that none of their faces were visible. One of the people at the table stood up and spoke. He had a deep voice, which commanded attention. 'I am the Inquisitor. Some of you will have encountered me before and many of you will not know me. You will not see my face whilst I am present, but you will not forget my visit, or what you will be forced to endure for my pleasure. This will be a brief visit, so first of all, I require all new submissives and wives to kneel before me and caress my penis. You will kiss the end and then you will take it into your mouth. If you refuse or gag, you will be beaten with my whip.' The Inquisitor picked up a long-handled whip, with a one metre lash and cracked it in the air. The hall echoed with terrified gasps. Fifteen girls, including Emma and ten young men were led to the centre of the room and all knelt on the floor, eyes downcast and hands at their sides. The Inquisitor pulled off his robe and swaggered into the centre of the hall, wearing a black hood, with holes for his eyes, nose and mouth. He was naked and his penis was enormous. It was flaccid and it swung before him, easily the diameter of Emma's forearm and it was utterly terrifying. The Inquisitor spoke with an English accent, but his penis was circumcised, which as Emma learned later, was unusual. Emma was ninth in the line of novitiates and she glanced down the line, watching the young men and women kiss the end and then open their mouths as wide as possible to accept the enormous penis. One girl, possibly the one with recently pierced nipples, moaned with pain and the Inquisitor nodded to someone in the darkness. Emma guessed that he had touched the recent piercings and she was filled with cold rage at the cruelty of this. Now the man was standing in front of Emma and she obediently kissed the tip of his penis and opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could. The Inquisitor paused and gently slipped just the end into Emma's mouth and then quickly withdrew. He made no comment and moved onto the next person, who was a young man. Eyes kept fixed firmly at the floor, Emma heard the young man gag and she was filled with dread. The novitiates were taken back to their place in the dark corner of the great hall and they watched as the two who had been singled out, had their wristbands attached to dangling chains and their clothes were stripped. 'Two strokes for each person' the order was pronounced by a female voice and the Inquisitor raised his whip. He struck each on the back, twice, raising bleeding welts that looked dreadful, but reminded Emma of the paintings of various martyrs that had been on the walls of the convent school. Emma noticed that the Inquisitor's penis stiffened and became tumescent. He gets off on this torture, she thought. What a terrible person he must be. What happened next was unlike the paintings. The young man and woman were released and taken away, back out of the great hall and a padded stool was brought forward. 'Now, I will select one woman and one man. Which of you young men has been stretched enough to accept my penis?' Out of the darkness, a young man was pushed forward and one of the painted girls stepped into the light. 'I would like to accept the Inquisitor's penis.' The girl spoke first and looked quite excited by the monster in front of her. She was spread out on the table, with a hooded person holding each ankle and also her arms above her head. Her long skirt was rolled up and her genitalia were open and visible to all in the hall. The Inquisitor beckoned to someone in the dark. 'Come, my favourite submissive and suck my cock. Make me harder, so that this wanton whore won't forget this night in a hurry!' Adrian stepped forward and walked towards the Inquisitor. He knelt and slowly and lasciviously ran his tongue from base to tip. He opened his mouth and closed it over the huge head of the penis and rapidly moved it in and out of his mouth. The Inquisitor held his cock in his hand and ran the end roughly over Adrian's open mouth and then grabbing his hair, pushed his monstrous penis into Adrian's mouth. Emma was surprised to see that the young man could actually fit that monster into his throat. She thought, he must have some sort of elastic throat. There's no way that this could fit! The Inquisitor let go of Adrian's head and pulled out his penis, which was stiffening. Adrian took some oil from a dish that was placed on the table and sensually massaged it onto the monster penis, which became even more rigid. Finally the Inquisitor started to penetrate the young woman. She moaned gently and as he pushed himself into her, she cried out 'Yes, please my master, please take me, hurt me, and tear me, if it pleases you!' Emma could see the Inquisitor's buttocks moving as he thrust in and out and he increased his speed, but pulled out of the girl without climaxing. He walked over to the young man, who was kneeling, knees slightly apart, buttocks in the air and he roughly grabbed the cheeks and spread them and without waiting, pushed himself in. The young man, screamed and tried to move away, but was held down by the other hooded figures. The Inquisitor thrust and thrust away, eventually shouting as he came and pulled out, his penis covered with blood. Adrian was standing next to Emma and whispered into her ear. 'That happened to me, two years ago. I had to be stitched up and wear a colostomy bag for a month. This man is a monster. Now you see why I fainted. Both of them will need surgery to recover from this.' Adrian paused and his whisper was very quiet in Emma's ear. 'I hate him. I'd gladly cut that monster off from him.' That night, chained to the bed, Emma wondered about what she'd seen. Had the two submissives really volunteered to take this? She thought of how many nights were left until James came to make his vows and claim his wife and take her home with him? She'd lost track of time, what with the anal training, practising with the banana to help her calm her gag reflex and constant instruction videos and pornography filling the days and knew that James must be coming to take her away soon. Emma's Endurance Ch. 12 Emma learns more sexual techniques The next morning, Emma asked Adrian if he knew when James would return to take her home. Adrian paused for a moment, frowned and said that he'd phone Sir James up and give him a progress report. Adrian came back with a mobile phone and handed it to Emma. She spoke first 'Sir James? How am I doing?' James sounded curt and business-like, which increased Emma's anxiety. 'Good morning Emma. I hear that your arse is now perfect for me. I'd like you to improve your oral sex technique and I'll instruct Adrian on what I want you to learn and also, my darling, I would like you take a short course on pain and pleasure. This will involve some scientific tests, which Adrian will explain to you and once you have completed these tests, when I will come and fetch you. It may be a few more days yet, but I will be here soon, to make my vows to the Order of Saint Ismael and to take you home with me. I'll speak to you soon and I love you. You are a brave girl and I'm so pleased with your progress. Bye, sweetheart, see you soon' and he was gone. Emma sat on the bed and looked at Adrian, tears welling in her green eyes and she swallowed hard. 'He doesn't think I'm ready to go home' she said in a small voice. 'Wait here, love' said Adrian and I'll just go and check out a few things and then I'll be back and we'll chat.' Emma, chained to the bed, as always, sat staring at the floor. All she could do was sit and wait and be obedient. This was her honeymoon, supposedly and she was all alone, waiting for the next torment to endure. Adrian returned a few minutes later. He sat down next to Emma and put his arm around her. 'Emma love, you've got to pass a test. You have to give satisfaction to both men and women –' 'But, I'm not attracted to women and this is immoral!' Emma was outraged. She shrugged off his arm and sat up straight. Adrian turned and looked at Emma, his usual slightly camp expression was gone, replaced by a look of deep concern. He lowered his voice and said. 'Emma love, it's all immoral. That's the whole point of this place. Keep the sins, the indulgences, within this private club. It's a very select society, where the rich members come to play out their fantasies. It's so secret that no one from outside has even guessed at its existence. I know, you're probably thinking, yes, but this is a castle in Germany and what happened with the Nazis?' Emma nodded. Her mind was now distracted from her woes and she was interested in just how the Order was able to keep itself a deep, dark secret. 'Well, from what I've heard, this castle was owned by a very high-up Catholic Nazi and he, by allowing it to be used as a resort for the top party members, managed to keep it to himself. He ran it as a high-class hotel and even put on concerts to entertain the fortunate few, the aristocracy and party leaders. It's so remote that it was never in danger of being taken by the Russians and it's always had the protection from Rome. I don't know, Emma, if we are lucky or cursed. I'm tending towards cursed, but what I do here, is a job. I can't leave. I think that those who work here, who wish to leave, pay with their lives, just in case they talk. That's just theory of course, but if you think you are a prisoner here, imagine life for me. I really am a prisoner. You can leave. You may leave and you are so fortunate.' He stood up, shook himself and smiled again. "On your knees and I'll teach you how to give a really good blow job.' Adrian wasn't circumcised. He told Emma that most men from the UK weren't. 'Pull the foreskin down and start by kissing the tip. Always do this first, or else your husband will beat you.' Emma flinched. Adrian continued, 'Now, lick the glans, that's the head. Run your tongue around it, yes, that's right.' He was stiffening now and Emma could feel his penis becoming larger. 'Now, caress the top with your lips, imagine you are sucking an ice-lolly, suck and tighten your lips at the same time. Yes, that's it. Good girl. Now, I'm going to just push it in a little, oh, that's good. Keep sucking.' Adrian pulled the skin down and said 'hold it at the base, then you can keep the skin tight and also it gives you a little control. Now, I'm going to thrust it in a little more, just to touch the back of your mouth...oh, that's nice! Let's see if you can deep-throat me. I'll be gentle, I promise.' He was gentle. He slowly pushed the head of his penis a little further in and Emma tried desperately to relax her throat to let his penis penetrate further. Suddenly she couldn't breathe and Adrian pulled himself out. 'Good girl! That was it. Let's do that again and I'll make sure that you can take a breath.' They both focused on this task and suddenly Emma felt Adrian's penis swell and her throat was filled with semen, which tasted oddly sweet. She swallowed and commented on this. 'All semen tastes of something, Emma. Sometimes it's salty and sometimes it's sweet, it all depends on the man. I've sucked off your husband more than once and he's pretty salty isn't he?' The incongruity of the situation struck them both at the same time and they started to giggle. Adrian shut the door and they collapsed on the bed. 'When I get out of here, Adrian, would you like to come with me?' Adrian paused and sighed. 'I'd like that very much, but I don't think Sir James will let me go. Let's see eh?' Someone knocked on the cell door and Adrian sprang up to open it. Emma knelt on the bed, head bowed. 'It's okay Emma. It's just the call for lunch. Let's go, shall we?' He unhooked the chain from Emma's collar and she held out her wrists to be joined and Adrian attached the leash and they went to lunch. At lunch, the group of new wives was very quiet. The girl with the pierced nipples, who had been whipped by the man who called himself 'The Inquisitor' wasn't at the table. The girls ate quietly, heads down and it was time to go to the bathroom again. Emma was sitting on her bed again, watching a lesbian porn film. She wasn't at all attracted towards women, but the technique was important to learn. She could see what her own body must look like and this was very interesting. It was a task, a job and it would be important to pass the test – the trial, as it was being called. She wondered who would be brought for her to practice on. She hoped that it wouldn't be someone that she'd met at school. The women on the screen were moaning very loudly. One was holding the other's labia apart and running her tongue up the slit in between, wiggling her tongue from side to side. Emma began to feel a tiny tingle of sexual arousal. A few minutes later, as Emma was imagining how this would feel, the cell door opened and Adrian arrived, pulling along a young woman in (as Emma had come to name it) the 'O' uniform. 'This is Shelley, Emma. She's going to be your practice cunt.' Emma was stunned 'cunt?' she asked. 'It's anglo-saxon for female genitals. All of them, but usually just the vagina. It's also pejorative, so if someone calls you a cunt, you've just been insulted.' Shelley grinned at Emma. 'I studied English and history at university.' She was very attractive, with lots of red curls piled up on top of her head. Her nipples were painted a delicious raspberry pink and her full, rounded breasts jiggled slightly as she moved. 'I'm here to teach you of the love that shall not be named. Of the sexuality, which according to Queen Victoria, didn't exist and no wonder. As the widow of an Archbishop of Canterbury was shacked up with the widow of his predecessor, I think there was some sort of gender blindness. Men, of course were visiting child prostitutes, but shag another chap and it's off to jail!' Adrian looked at the two girls and shook his head in mock despair. 'I'll leave you two alone. I don't fancy women, so it does nothing for me.' Shelley stepped towards Emma, who was trembling slightly. 'Emma, don't be nervous. This is just a stage in your education. Whatever you do for me, I'll do for you and I promise you the orgasm of your life.' She moved even closer and Emma looked into Shelley's blue eyes and Shelley gently kissed Emma's lips. The kiss remained gentle until Emma felt a small lurch of desire and then the kiss deepened. The girls stood there, one naked and one fully dressed. Shelley ran her hand down Emma's back and Emma moaned. 'Emma, I'm going to get naked, so wait a moment. Just help me with my bodice, there, that's it. Now, where were we? Oh yes.' They kissed again. Shelley murmured to Emma, 'Just copy what I do. Each movement is like a slow dance. I love this part of the life here. Educating virgins is so much fun.' An hour later, they lay, face-to-face, exhausted, sated, but happy. Emma knew that she'd never forget this hour. Her nipples, still tingling after the attention that they'd received, from first of all, Shelley's fingers rubbing, then kissing, sucking and nibbling them, until Emma cried out at the intensity of the sensations. She'd copied Shelley's movements exactly, until the girl arched her back in orgasm. Emma was surprised at her success and was about to comment on this, but Shelley pulled Emma into another long kiss, tongues rubbing together. Shelley's pink, pointed tongue ran a trail down from between Emma's breasts to her navel and then in circles to the top of her slit. She knelt between Emma's spread legs and lapped at the crinkled skin covering Emma's clitoris until Emma pushed her down harder onto her labia. Shelley raised her head and spoke, cutting through the whirling clouds of arousal in Emma's mind. 'Note this well, Emma, copy what I do and remember, as this is guaranteed to make any woman scream.' Shelley stretched the skin up towards Emma's belly button, which made her clitoris pop up. She leaned down and moved her tongue in a firm figure-of-eight movement. She slipped a finger into Emma's vagina, searching for the small pad inside, known as the 'G' spot. She found it and with a combination of the tongue action and rubbing at the pad, Emma almost blacked out with the intensity of her orgasm. Discovering Shelley's pleasure points had been quite an education. Emma copied Shelley's first move, but Shelley's clitoris wasn't covered by crinkled labial skin. Emma stopped for a second to ask why she looked so different. Shelley, breathless from the arousal, paused for a few seconds. 'M-my master sent me for some cosmetic surgery. He had the skin cut away, so that I'd be more sensitive. It's been pretty good, but it took a while to recover. Now, lick me girl...' Emma did as she was told and felt the small nub of flesh become stiff. She slipped her finger inside Shelley, to find the G spot, but couldn't. 'Help!' said Emma. 'Slip two fingers inside, bend them up a little and feel around for the small pad of flesh – aaah, that's it!' Emma applied more pressure with her tongue and rubbed the magic spot and was rewarded with Shelley's scream of orgasm and a slight gush of fluid. As Shelley came out of her post-orgasmic languor, she smiled and thanked Emma. 'You'll pass that test, no problem. You were lucky today, as I'm more of a man's girl, so this was work for me, but what work eh!' Shelley rapped on the cell door, once she was re-dressed and Adrian arrived to collect her. 'How many marks?' he asked the gorgeous redhead. 'What - out of ten? Definitely a nine. She'll ace it.' Emma felt slightly disappointed. Only a nine? Adrian appeared quickly in the doorway. 'Emma? James will be here in two days, for the final trial. If you pass, then you'll be off home with him. I'll collect you for dinner soon and then you can go to sleep early as tomorrow will be a long and exhausting day for you.' As Emma dropped off to sleep, she wondered if James would be pleased with her progress. She did hope that she could leave, but she'd miss Adrian and....she fell asleep, with a slight smile on her lips. She'd forgotten all about the pain test. End of Part 12 Emma's Endurance Ch. 13 This tale started life as a short story, but has grown beyond my expectation. Each part is now around 2000 words, in response to a comment, where the reader requested longer chapters. Your wish, dear reader, is my pleasure to write. It would be a good idea to read some of the previous chapters/parts. Emma learns the bittersweet lesson of pain and pleasure Emma awoke to the sound of the keys jingling as Adrian unlocked the cell door. He took Emma to the bathroom and she washed, cleaned herself and presented her body for his inspection. Adrian nodded and took the leash in his hand and Emma held her wrists out to be linked together and Adrian attached the leash and they walked out to the small refectory. 'Emma love, you get an extra ration of scrambled eggs this morning. You'll need all your energy today.' One of the other girls seated at the long table looked up sharply and gasped. One of the other stewards looked up from his table, where he was eating breakfast and the girl bent her head over her plate, blushing bright red. The steward chuckled and went back to his food and the girl kept her head down. Her eyes were closed and she was on the verge of tears. Emma wondered what on earth had happened to the girl to elucidate such a strong reaction. She shook her head and finished her eggs. The girls were lined up, waiting to be escorted back to their cells and as Emma passed the girl who had gasped, she looked right at her, eyebrows raised and the girl widened her eyes, tight lipped and inhaled heavily, nostrils flaring. She inclined her head a little and shook it gently. Emma, now very nervous indeed, glanced up at Adrian as he led her back to her cell. He shook his head and said 'I can't say much about what will happen today, only your husband and the instruction committee know. I'm sorry, sweetheart. Go and rest for a little while and I'll be back soon.' Emma lay on the bed and decided to make as much noise as she could. If she screamed as loudly as she possibly could, then maybe they'd be gentle with her. 'Maybe not' she said out loud. Adrian returned, along with another man, who was dressed in the hooded robe, that the members wore. To her surprise, Adrian took out a robe and pulled it over Emma's head. The hood was deep and Emma could see very little as she held out her wrists to be joined. The hooded man didn't attach a leash to Emma's wrists, but pushed her chin up with his finger. He took a long chain and hooked it onto her collar. He applied a firm pressure and Emma was led from her cell, like an animal, blushing with shame. It was a long walk to wherever she was going. Up stairs and down long corridors, then more stairs and suddenly, they were at their destination. There was a pair of doors, rather like those in a hospital and a room number and plate, with 'Room 35. Testing Suite and First Aid' written upon it. The modern doors were opened and Emma walked through into a wide room that was lit by bright fluorescent lights. It seemed an odd room to be found in such an ancient castle, with two hospital beds as well. Emma was instructed to wait, while her companion went to find someone. She couldn't run away, as her chain was hooked to the wall and she was too nervous to move. A tall, athletic-looking man, dressed in a doctor's white coat appeared. 'Emma, wife and property of Lord Stornoway?' Emma nodded and he unhooked her chain and led her out of the wide room, with its two hospital beds. They passed through another set of doors and into another white room. There was a padded chair, with posts and straps for feet or legs. Emma wondered what they'd do with this. A woman approached, also wearing a white coat. She helped Emma to take off her robe and reached into her coat pocket and took out the one thing that Emma was dreading. The ball gag. Once this was in place, Emma knew that there was nothing she could do to influence the testers. She was blindfolded and totally disoriented, led step by step to what felt like another room. She felt pressure on her shoulders and sat down. She was pushed down onto her back and her legs were seized and spread wide apart. She heard clinks as the ankle cuffs were hooked and her feet were raised in the air. 'Emma, we're going to insert a sensor into your vagina now. It won't hurt, and it will measure your level of arousal as we perform the tests.' She felt something smooth and straight slide into her and then the voice said 'First, we are going to stimulate your thighs. We have a small rubber whip, with many strands, that won't leave a mark. It won't hurt too much, but it will sting. To be just, we'll let you know how many strokes you will receive. So, to start with you will receive five strokes on each inner thigh.' Emma had no control, she couldn't scream, she was tied up, legs in the air and all she could do was wait. The first strokes weren't too bad. They didn't hurt and caused a pleasant, warm sensation. 'Very good, Emma.' The voice was encouraging. 'Now, we'll give you ten on each thigh, slightly harder and we'll measure the result'. The twenty strokes were harder this time. They stung towards the end and Emma was trying to move away from the stinging, red-hot strokes. Her head was stroked briefly and the hand carried on to her breasts and warm, oily fingers rubbed her nipples. Her nipples were gently pulled and arousal flooded her body. Emma felt a gentle pinch and suddenly, a slight tingling buzzy feeling. She tried to arch her back, as the sensations caused a massive surge in arousal. The voice continued 'Now, twenty strokes to each thigh, moderate strength and don't hit her too hard.' This time the whip was Emma's friend. Each stroke was warming her thighs, heightening the sensations and she was being driven past arousal, into a white world of sensation. She had no idea when the whipping ceased, but behind the ball, she was screaming for release. As she cried out, she felt a deep vibration against her pubic bone. The vibration changed as she felt a heavy implement massaging her clitoris and after a few seconds she climaxed, almost passing out with the intensity. All the activity ceased suddenly and Emma felt the blindfold being removed. The woman, who'd gagged her appeared and patted Emma on the arm. 'Well done, Emma. That was a very satisfactory response to the stimulation and Sir James will be very pleased. We're going to untie you now and give you a drink, so open wide –' and the ball gag was removed. Emma sat on the end of the bed, totally exhausted. She'd never had an orgasm that had been so intense. It was even stronger than the one from the day before with Shelley. She sat on the bed wondering what on earth they'd do to her next. She didn't have long to wait. The man returned and replaced the ball gag. He stood back a little and gave her an admiring look. 'That suits you, young Emma. I will write a note to Sir James recommending a ball gag from time to time.' Emma glared at him, cross with the indignity of this and he laughed. He pulled her up and led her to a wooden column. He pulled her arms up and attached them to a chain above her head. Then a belt was produced and passed around her back and cinched tight at the front of the pillar. Next, her legs were pushed together and a long nylon band passed around the back of her knees and tied, like the belt at her waist to the front of the column. Emma's buttocks were exposed and she knew, with a sinking feeling that she was going to be either spanked or whipped. 'Okay, Emma. The probe is still in place and it will measure your response to the next part. Sir James knows that he enjoys spanking your buttocks and that you enjoy it too. He has asked us to measure your response to caning. We will beat you quite hard ten times with a cane. The cane will leave welts and bruises and it will hurt a lot. Sir James wants you to experience this. We'll put the nipple stimulator on again and also another on onto your clitoris. You will be in a state of unfulfilled arousal. We won't start whipping you with the cane until you are measurably aroused. Emma felt the small clamps tug at her nipples again and then a slight pinch, that felt pretty exciting to her clitoris. The electricity buzzed through her major erogenous zones and she was away again, craving release, in a state of high arousal. Without warning she felt a terrible blaze of pain to her buttocks. The strokes were delivered every ten seconds or so, just time for her to draw in a sobbing breath. The strokes started high, at hip level and as the count reached eight, the cane was hitting the sweet spot, at the crease of her buttocks and thighs. The last two strokes were across the back of Emma's thighs and sent her into an even higher state of pain and arousal. The soft nylon tie that held her knees together was released and Emma tried to relax, knowing that she was about to be released. The man appeared in front of her, naked, stroking an enormous erection. He looked at her and grinned and moved behind her. He ran his hand over her burning buttocks, making her wince with even more pain and pushed a couple of fingers into her anus. Emma, outraged at this tried to clench her buttocks tight to stop him from going any further, but he smacked her hard and she screamed with pain and relaxed. As she screamed he pushed his huge, incredibly stiff penis into her anus and holding onto the column, to steady himself, he slammed into her, over and over until he spilled his semen into her abused anus. Emma was almost unconscious by this time and barely felt the hands releasing her from the bonds and she was picked up and carried back to her cell. She smelt an odd odour and breathing in, fell deeply unconscious. The man, who had beaten and then sodomised Emma, nodded at Adrian as he left Emma's cell. Adrian bit his lower lip and looked at his pretty prisoner with pity and hoped that she'd sleep all night. He would check on her, but knew from experience that she wouldn't wake until the morning. They rarely did. End of part 13. Emma's Endurance Ch. 14 Emma awoke in her cell, or she thought it was her cell, but it felt stuffy and was totally dark. The cover on her bed was a warm furry fabric and felt quite pleasant against her body. She wriggled her buttocks against it and winced, they were very sore after the whipping. She tried to turn over, but discovered that she couldn't move more than a few centimetres. She was tied to the bed, by soft nylon ropes, which didn't chafe, but wouldn't permit more than a slight wriggle. She needed to urinate, but couldn't cry out, as her mouth was full of a soft material. Emma began to panic. She'd read 'Death of a Princess' and knew that the people who'd put her to the test yesterday were going to kill her. She prayed that God would let her die quickly. Emma felt a sharp pain and then lost all sense of consciousness. She felt light and warmth on her face and realised that she wasn't dead. She opened her mouth and air – blessed, cool air flooded in. Emma opened her eyes. She was in a large bedroom, lying in a four-poster bed. She tried to move her legs and found that she could – she was free! Emma smiled and sighed in relief. Thank you, she thought. I'm still here. The door opened and a young girl entered carrying a tray, which she set onto a table near to the bed. The girl smiled, bent her head and left the room. Emma sat up in bed and stretched out her arms and discovered that she wasn't naked – oh, what a joy to be wearing a piece of clothing again, even if was just a white cotton nightdress, but oh, it felt good. Emma sat there for a few moments enjoying the feeling of the sun on her face and looked over at the table with the tray on it. There were two plates and cups on it and a coffee pot. The door opened again and Sir James entered. He looked at his wife and smiled at her. 'Emma, my darling, we're home. This is my castle in Scotland, where we were married, if you remember. Now, we are going to eat breakfast together. A wedding breakfast, if you think about it. Just the two of us.' James put down the plate that he was carrying onto the table and sat down on the bed. He stroked Emma's cheek and leant forward and kissed her, softly at first, but as she responded to his kiss, he leaned into it, slowly touching her tongue with his. They rolled over together onto the bed and carried on kissing. Emma put her arms around James' neck and pulled him close to her. She moved her arms down his body, caressing his back and pulling his buttocks towards her. James stroked Emma's hair and ran his hand down her back, stroking her buttocks, which made her flinch slightly. He broke off from the kiss and lifted up the nightdress. 'Ah, the marks are bruising up nicely. They do look quite sexy, but I don't think I'm going to whip you that hard. It was interesting to see how you responded, but I prefer not to mark you. Which I'm sure you will be pleased to hear?' Emma swallowed and nodded. 'Thank you, Sir James.' James stroked Emma's thigh and as she moaned quietly, overcome with emotional relief and sexual arousal, he stood up and quickly took off his clothes. 'Emma, I can't let you get pregnant yet, so we are either going to have to use contraception, or only have anal sex. I prefer anal, but what do you want?' Emma had never been asked this before and was almost speechless. She'd forgotten what it felt like to make a decision, having been accustomed to following orders for so long. 'My lord...anal, I think.' 'Right, well, as they say...bottoms' up!' He laughed and pushed her into a head-down kneeling position. He rubbed some lubrication onto his throbbing penis and slowly inserted it, pulling out and re-penetrating every few thrusts. Within a few minutes he was thrusting hard, gripping Emma's sore buttocks and eyes closed, he was imagining Emma in all sorts of situations, double penetrations, oral deep throating and lost in his fantasy, found himself losing control and came hard, as Emma practised her anal sex technique of tightening and releasing the sphincter muscle. He pulled out. 'That was incredible. Thank you darling. Go and wash and clean yourself and we'll eat breakfast together.' Ten minutes later, she was sitting opposite him at the small table and James pulled the bell to summon one of the servants. A slight rap at the door signalled the arrival of a man – an actual butler, who was carrying another tray with food and coffee. 'Emma, this is my manservant, Mr Dobbs. He is the butler here and he knows all the secrets and passions of my household. Is that correct Mr Dobbs?' 'That is correct my lord.' The butler inclined his head slightly and left the room. He was tall and shaven-headed and ever so slightly intimidating. Emma hoped that he wouldn't get to know her secrets and passions. After breakfast was eaten and the trays removed, James and Emma were alone. 'Sir James, what happened? I thought I was going to see you make your vows at the castle and I was told that I was going to have to pass various tests in order that you would consider me prepared for our life together?' James paused for a moment. 'I did make the vows and I made the financial endowment that was required to gain full membership of the order. Your parents were there, so it was considered that your presence was unnecessary. They requested that you should not be put through a trial and so you were drugged and sent back to Scotland and here you are. By the way, your mother told me about your speech and of your wish to be allowed to study at university. I have agreed, but it will be at a special college that is reserved for family members of the Order. We'll have a nice long summer together and then, you'll be allowed to start university.' Emma was overjoyed. 'I won't let you down. I promise.' She knelt at his knees and bowed her head. 'I will be obedient and brilliant and I will make you proud to be my husband.' James was oddly moved and pulled Emma up to sit next to him on the couch, that they'd been resting on. 'I have some old university friends coming to dinner tonight. Some are members of the order and some are not. We won't discuss the order this evening, but you will know those that are members, as they'll be wearing a signet ring, like this one.' He showed Emma a gold ring, with an eagle engraved on its upper surface. 'If you see this ring, on any person you encounter, you must obey their commands. No arguments or appeals. Some of the other members are less forgiving of minor sins and some will just want to have sex with you. I'm considering getting you an implant, so that you won't get pregnant this year, in fact, we'll go and see the doctor today.' Later that morning, Emma and James set off to the nearest town, which was Inverness and parked outside a private hospital. James took Emma's hand and they walked in, nodding to the receptionist and took the lift up a few floors. The doctor, who was a gynaecologist discussed the contraception with James and then summoned Emma into the consulting room. 'Sir James has decided that it would be best for you to have contraceptive injections, instead of an implant. He's also made another request, that I examine you and see if there are any cosmetic improvements that can be made.' Emma looked at the female doctor and noticed that she was also wearing the signet ring. The woman gestured towards a gown and told Emma to put it on and to be naked beneath it. Once Emma was changed, the doctor asked her to lie on a couch and put her feet up in to stirrups. The doctor pulled the gown up and Emma was exposed, legs wide open and blushing with embarrassment. The doctor summoned Sir James over. 'See here, where the lips of the labia are a little pronounced? I can trim these away and if you wish, leave the clitoris exposed, so that Emma will be always easily stimulated. Right now, I have to massage here – ' she gently rubbed the skin just above the clitoris and Emma's lips parted as the blood rushed to her groin. 'If you wish to have this procedure, it'll take a month for the swelling to die down, but she'll be much more responsive.' James parted Emma's labia and stroked the folds of skin. 'Hmm, she' will look better without those folds, that's for sure. Go one then, we'll schedule surgery for next week, if that's okay with you?' Emma's eyes opened wide in alarm. She gasped and looked at her husband, who was discussing her body with the same detachment as if she were one of his cars. The doctor pulled up the gown further. 'Nice tits. Do you want the nipples pierced as well?' James paused again. 'Can we do them today?' he asked. The doctor nodded. 'With or without local anaesthetic?' Emma was horrified now. She remembered the girl at the castle, who'd flinched in great pain as the Inquisitor twisted the rings in her nipples. To her great relief, James finally said 'with.' An hour later, Emma and James were driving back to the castle. 'You'll be a little sore later,' said James. 'I promise to be careful and I'll warn my friends, but you may feel some discomfort. I love the rings through your nipples. They are so, so sexy.' He reached across and felt for the ring under Emma's dress and she jumped like a startled deer. Once they arrived back at the castle, he ordered her to strip and he walked around her body, placing his hands under each breast to push them up. The anaesthetic had worn off by then and Emma was in pain. James slowly twisted each ring, whilst rubbing her clitoris and Emma moaned, the barrier between pain and pleasure blurred in a dark haze. James sat on the couch and undid his trousers. 'Suck my cock' he ordered, his voice trembling with desire. Emma used all her newly-learned skills and within minutes James was fully erect and Emma was massaging his cock with her expert fingers. 'Sit on me' he lifted Emma up and on to his huge penis. Emma wasn't used to vaginal penetration and he felt like he was splitting her in two. James held Emma by the hips, moving her up and down and gazing at her pierced nipples. Suddenly he cried out and Emma felt his penis swell as he pumped semen into her. As he came, he felt each nipple and Emma screamed in pain. 'Get cleaned up darling,' he said and put on your nicest frock. Our guests will be here in an hour.' End of Part 14 Emma's Endurance Ch. 15 Dear Literotica reader, Emma's journey is drawing to a close, but it will be a cliffhanger. Meanwhile, bear with me and please do read the previous chapters. The young girl who had carried the breakfast tray earlier, returned to help Emma do her hair and make-up. She held out a beautiful black sleeveless shift, which was elegant, yet sexy. Emma stepped into it and gazed at her reflection in the mirror, wandering how many of her school friends knew about The Order of Saint Ishmael and if any were also learning the ways of the libertine society. Sir James knocked once and entered. He was dressed in evening dress, black jacket and bow tie, classic high society clothing, immaculately tailored. He reached into his pocket and took out a long leather box. 'This is for you, Emma. Please wear it tonight. It will please me very much to see it.' Emma looked at James rather fearfully, but opened the box. Inside was a beautiful diamond necklace. James fastened it around Emma's neck. It sat high on her throat, with four rows of diamonds and it was a little reminiscent of the collar that she'd worn in the castle. The light from the diamonds lit up Emma's face, making her pale, almost translucent skin look like alabaster. 'Ah, my darling, you look like an angel. Come, we'll greet our guests' Emma quickly stepped into some strappy black sandals and took a final glance at her reflection in the mirror. She looked like a 1950s actress, caught in a thousand flashlights, wide-eyed and innocent. She took James' hand and followed him down the grand staircase to the lobby below. The grand entrance hallway, at Stornoway Palace had been refurbished in the early twentieth century and was designed as a homage to Italianate architecture. Black and white marble columns were arranged along each side of the hallway, with matching tiles to create an illusion of even larger rooms to follow. Emma, her hand firmly clasped in James' hand, nodded and bowed and even curtseyed to his guests. Two men were princes from a major European family. They had arrived with a few minutes earlier and seemed to be very close friends of Sir James, who grasped the hand of one and kissed the cheeks of another. Their elegant, beautifully dressed wives, one of whom was a duchess from a very famous English family, accompanied them. The party moved into the main sitting room and everyone sat and drank champagne, eating canapés and trying to make small talk. It was difficult for Emma to know what to say, or how to address the two women. One of the men, Prince Edmund (or so Emma thought) leant over to Emma and asked how she was enjoying married life. Emma was stunned. She hadn't had a moment to work out her feelings, or so she thought. She regained her poise and politely commented that she had learned a great deal from her husband and that it had been a very interesting time. The man smiled, a knowing, lascivious leer and was about to ask another question, when the butler, Mr Dobbs announced that dinner was served. The party walked into the dining room, which was long and magnificently lit by crystal chandeliers. Emma gasped. The long table was not laid for a grand dinner, with plates and glasses and cutlery, but on it layed two naked women. One of the women was Sister Angela and the other was another woman of a similar age. One was lying face down and the other, face up. Their eyes were closed, but they were covered with various morsels of food. Angela, who was lying face up, had pate spread over her stomach. Her nipples were covered with a couple of strips of red peppers. Her groin was a mound of salmon mouse and she had small stripes of sauce piped across her thighs. She had similar lines of sauce along her arms. All the foods were to be licked, or sucked from Angela's body. The other woman was covered with cut fruits and whipped cream. Small jellies, just mouth sized, designed to be sucked from the skin were arranged along her spine. One of the other men, Prince Johann clapped his hands and congratulated Sir James on his dinner service. There were lines of caviar arranged along Angela's fingers and also, lines of cocaine, although Emma didn't know what it was at the time. The two women turned and stared at Emma for a moment. Neither was wearing the signet rings of the order, but they seemed to be waiting for a reaction from her. Emma walked up to Sister Angela and kissed her on the cheek. Angela opened an eye and winked at Emma and the closed her eye again, whispering, 'lick my fingers first.' Emma held her long hair back and bent over and licked Angela's finger that was covered with caviar. Sir James, his voice slightly thickened with lust, said 'now lick the other finger darling.' Emma did so, feeling the rush and fizz as the cocaine started to work. She giggled and stood upright. 'Come, eat!' She stood back a little and watched as the two men started to run their tongues along Angela's thighs. Sir James started to suck on Angela's nipples and nibbled gently at the red pepper and sticky sauce that was underneath it. Angela was trying to stay silent and keep still, but was finding this very difficult. Prince Edmund bent his head to the mound of salmon mousse, licking it up, cat like. He moved down to one of the lines of sauce on Angela's thighs and then back up to the pubis. Then he moved up to her caviar-covered fingers and then took a mouthful of caviar and cocaine and swallowed and took the proffered glass of champagne that was on a tray held by Mr Dobbs. Gradually the six people licked and sucked and nibbled their way around the bodies of the two women. After an hour of this, all were feeling quite drunk and high and it didn't take long for Sir James asked if they wanted to see Emma's tits. Emma, blushing, stepped out of her dress and the men and women gazed at her pert, rounded breasts, with their fine rings piercing the nipples. Sir James rubbed her nipples with cocaine and gently kissed them. 'Now, treat her gently, as they are still sore.' The other two women stepped out of their dresses as well and stood next to Emma. One was a redhead, with large breasts with huge areolas and the other was dark haired with tiny little breasts, and small brown nipples and areolas. They women stood back to back and the men walked around them slowly. Sister Angela and the other woman had disappeared, but they returned as the men were slowly circling the women. Angela was naked, except for a pair of black stockings and a suspender belt and the other woman, dark haired and of similar build, wore red stockings. The women turned to each other and slowly kissed, moving deeper into the kiss as the three men turned to look. Emma found that the redhead was trembling slightly. 'Are you okay?' she whispered. The redhead, who Emma thought was called Camilla nodded, but whispered that she was a little frightened and that she'd never done this sort of thing before. 'Try not to worry,' Emma whispered back. 'I think this is supposed to be fun for everyone. Well, more fun for the men at any rate.' Sir James suggested to the other men that they follow him to change into more comfortable clothing and Mr Dobbs led the girls out and down a long corridor. He opened the door and within, was a playroom, rather like the one that Emma had seen in the villa in Corfu. 'Please wait here ladies,' he bowed as he said this and just as he closed the door, ran his eyes over the women's bodies. Emma was about to say something, when the door opened and the three men entered. They were dressed in silk robes, tied at the waist and were naked under their robes. Sir James beckoned to Emma and lay down on a bench, his penis sticking straight up. 'Sit on me, Emma' he ordered. Emma slowly lowered herself onto his erection and felt the thrill of arousal as his penis rubbed the sensitive g-spot and began moving slightly up and down. Sister Angela walked around behind Emma and at Sir James' signal slid a lubricated finger into Emma's slightly pouting anus. Emma screamed. 'Relax, baby, relax' whispered Sister Angela and she waited while Emma took a deep breath and slowed down for a moment. Angela took that time to slide another finger into Emma and she concentrated hard on being as relaxed as she could. It wasn't comfortable, but she knew that James was pleased, as his eyes were closed and he was thrusting upwards. Emma opened her eyes to see that Prince Edmund was kneeling in front of Prince Johann and deep throating his impressive penis. The two women were kissing passionately, while the other woman, in the red stockings was strapping on a dildo. She walked over to Prince Johann and started to penetrate his anus with the bright blue dildo. Johann was grunting with the double stimulation and it didn't take him long to climax, spurting semen over Prince Edmund's face. Johann bent over as the dark-haired girl pushed the dildo into his anus and as Emma watched, she felt a terrible stinging pain as Angela started to insert a dildo into her anus. She cried out again. 'Relax, come on Emma, you can do this, breath deeply and take both at once.' James was doing his best to sound reassuring as he lay under Emma, spearing her with his huge erection. Angela reached around and gently twiddled the fine rings that pierced Emma's nipples. Emma was on another plane by now. High on cocaine, alcohol and sexual arousal, she was floating on a river of pain and pleasure. Within minutes James climaxed and Angela withdrew at the same moment. Emma sighed with the release and gazed at Sister Angela, with a strange desire to push her against the wall and suck and gently bite her nipples. She did so, wobbling slightly and lurching, fell against Angela, pinning her against the bars on the wall. Emma took the left nipple in her thumb and finger and rubbed it hard, whilst taking the right one into her mouth and sucking very hard to draw it into a long nub of sensitivity. Angela was moaning now and Emma alternating between each nipple kept this going until the older woman screamed as the orgasm overtook her. It all became a long muddle of flesh, pain, pleasure and mixed bodies, but in time the group slowed and lay back, exhausted. Sir James rose and beckoned the others towards another room, which was a large heated pool. The four women and three men showered and then walked into the pool and lay back as their bodies calmed and recovered from the exertion. 'Well,' Sir James was smiling, 'that was pretty good, wasn't it? I don't know about you, but I'm starving and then I'm ready for bed. Let's eat, just a light meal and then head upstairs.' In their bedroom, Emma and James lay on the bed. 'Shall I summon Sister Angela?' asked James. Emma shook her head. 'I'm sorry my lord, I must sleep. I'll be much better after a few hours of rest. Did I please you?' James smiled and pulled Emma into his arms and kissed her long and hard. 'Yes, Emma. You pleased me.' End of Part 15. Emma's Endurance Ch. 16 The summer was almost over. Emma, to her surprise had enjoyed what was left of her summer vacation. After the traumatic, terrifying and exhilarating start to her marriage, she and James settled into a delightful routine, spending time in Scotland, London and the villa in Corfu. Emma had asked to be allowed to study further at university. She was waiting for her exam results, due in the middle weeks of August. One night, in early August, she and James had dinner in his flat in London and she asked him how he had come to be a part of the Order. 'I was at a strict Catholic boarding school until I was sixteen and had no idea of the existence of the Order of Saint Ishmael. My father took me to a club in London and he introduced me to one of the submissives. He told me that I would have to wait until I was eighteen, despite the age of consent being sixteen and that the wait would do me good. He gave me a copy of 'The Story of O' and didn't mention it again until the end of the holidays. He offered me the chance to attend a sixth form college that prepared the young men for life in the Order. As soon as I read the book, I realised that I wasn't a submissive. It wasn't for me and I knew that I wanted to have a woman -- or women to wait on me hand and foot -- and mouth. I was taken to The Castle at eighteen and through a disturbing induction. You were locked in a cell and taught submission, but I was taught that sexual arousal is deceptive. I was blindfolded several times and had my dick sucked and once I came, I was shown that it made no difference if it was a man or woman doing the deed. I wasn't happy about this, but what can one do?' Emma smiled, remembering Adrian, her jailer and steward and instructor telling her of this. James continued, 'I became more relaxed around other naked men, but I'm heterosexual. I'll go along with a threesome if there's no other option, but to be honest, I prefer women. There's a concept called 'cognitive dissonance'. You'll learn about this, my darling and come to recognise it. As a heterosexual man, I've fucked women and they are what I desire, but I can have sex with men, even though in my head, it feels wrong. Not sinful, but just not what I really want to do. If you manage to reconcile the subtleties of sexual desire and can write about them, then please help me to do the same?' Emma was astounded. James was opening himself to her as an equal. She nodded her head and leant forward to kiss him, as she couldn't think of anything to say in return. He kissed her back and pulled her towards him and into the bedroom. They had been having a lot of sex. One day, as Emma knelt in front of James, he'd pulled her up and kissed her hard and something flared between them. They'd been unable to keep their hands from each other after that. Each kiss was heady and rich with desire and they always ended up having completely (as James called it,) vanilla sex afterwards. No spanking, no anal sex, no submission, just a lot of fucking. Emma and James had discovered that their favourite position was her straddling his hips, penis buried deep inside her, face to face and kissing for as long as they could, until orgasm robbed them of conscious thought. They would collapse onto the bed, bodies covered with a glimmering sheen of sweat and James would kiss Emma's nipple and it would start all over again. 'I wish I'd never had your nipples pierced. It feels wrong somehow, with us sitting face to face, talking and fucking and kissing. I did something to you because I thought I owned you.' Emma silenced him with a kiss, a slow tender kiss. She took a risk and said 'James, we could just take the rings out if we want, but right now, I'm okay with them. They are pretty sexy.' She kissed him again. He kissed her right nipple and she moaned with pleasure and off they went again. Slippery, sensual sex, with both reaching climax at the same time, the rise to orgasm taking both of them to another level of intensity. As James' heart rate slowed, he raised an eyebrow and smiling said, 'by the way Emma, I did notice that you missed out the 'Sir'.' He suddenly looked very serious and said, 'it's okay for now, but we can't behave like this when anyone else is here. Do you understand?' Emma, her face solemn, nodded. 'Are you scared of the Order?' she asked. James was silent for almost a minute before he responded and all he did was nod his head and pull Emma close to him. One day, towards the middle of August, Emma received her exam results and discovered that she had A stars for her four subjects. She said 'let's celebrate! We could go out for dinner and just for a change, go to bed and celebrate all over again, long and slowly.' Whilst Emma was exuberantly happy, James seemed less so. 'I'm really proud of you, but now you'll go to college and I've found that I don't want to spend time away from you' he had said. 'Oh darling, we'll be fine,' she kissed him and they opened the champagne. 'I think we can make it work for us. It won't drive us apart, as I love you so much that you are all I can think of. We could even live together near Oxford and spend as much time together as we want.' James pulled Emma upright and kissed her, hugging her tight. 'We'll give a try, but sweetheart, we have one more ordeal to go through. We have to go to the castle and we have to participate in a weekend of orgies for all the couples married this year. It's part of the rules of the Order. If we don't go, I'll have to pay a forfeit and it will be a lot of money. I think we'll have to attend and we'll just have to go with the flow of the action. Let's see how we are after that weekend. I imagine that it's going to be pretty tough, but just remember that I adore you and I respect you and love you so much.' Emma sighed. 'I think this is going to be a case of it hurting me more than you. I'm not feeling very happy about this. I can't quite get the pain and pleasure concept right. If I imagine that what I'm enduring gives you pleasure, then I'm okay, but these last two weeks have changed everything. I love you. Can I endure torments to please people who believe that this is how a sex life should be? It's really difficult.' It was Thursday and Emma and James were quiet. The threat of the weekend was hanging over them. Eventually, Emma said 'well, I think I can do it. I'll be as submissive as possible and I promise to do whatever they ask us to. Once it's over, we can be together again. Just us....oh!' 'What is it?' asked James. 'Sister Angela! You know. Your personal submissive pet. What are you going to do with her?' 'Well, Emma, she's at the Castle right now. She came from there in the first place. She's one of those women who just want to be used as a sort of living sex toy. She gets off on the idea of being totally submissive. If I were to order her to cut all her hair off, she'd do it. She'd sob, but if I told her that this was what I wanted, she'd do it and she'd be all wet and ready for me. I wouldn't do that to you and you wouldn't find it sexy.' Emma smiled and kissed James again. 'You'd be surprised, my darling. The role-playing is fun and it those first few weeks had lots of erotic moments, so If we don't have to live our lives that way all the time, then I'm happy to have the odd session, just as long as you are.' James groaned, 'Emma, I don't know if I can though! I look at you now and I want to protect you and keep you from harm.' Emma thought for a moment and said 'right, well let's practice!' She knelt in front of James and took his penis out of his trousers and not taking her eyes from his face, she started the long-practised techniques. She kissed its soft skin and then she gently pulled the foreskin back and kissed the tip, gently probing the tiny hole at the end. She started to suck and lick the end as James gradually stiffened. He was soon hard and Emma enthusiastically sucked away, gradually taking more and more of the length into her mouth. She paused for a moment and then took his full length into her mouth, relaxing her throat as James groaned and grasped her long hair. She managed to deep-throat him for nearly thirty seconds and then pulled away panting for breath. She kept her gaze on his face and did the same action over again. This time she managed a little longer and James was rocking back and forwards, guiding her with his hands wrapped in her hair. She was becoming aroused as well and moaned gently as James entered her mouth again. This time, Emma felt him swell slightly as he came and she carried on gently sucking and cleaning him. 'My Lord, was that satisfactory?' Emma was still kneeling in front of him and as he opened his eyes and returned to the moment, he nodded and pulled her upright, kissing her hard, thrusting his tongue where his penis had been, tasting his own semen in her mouth. They carried on kissing and James began to undress Emma at the same time. Eventually she stood there, dressed in stockings and a black suspender belt and he ordered her to turn around slowly, his voice thick with desire. She slowly rotated and James quivered with lust as he watched her tight buttocks moving. He found a handy stool and bent her over it. He penetrated her anus with two stiff fingers, feeling her relax as he pushed them inside the tight ring of muscle. Pushing her legs further apart, he ordered Emma to pull the cheeks apart and he thrust his throbbing penis into her anus. Emma screamed and James heard his voice grunting with each hard thrust, until he climaxed again and pulled out. He lifted Emma up and walked into the bedroom, laying her on the bed and knelt between her legs, finding her clitoris with his stiff tongue. Emma arched her back and James sucked and let go, probing her with his tongue until she screamed again, this time in the throes of her orgasm. They lay side by side on the bed. Emma turned and looked at her husband, 'You see, my lord, we do enjoy this. I think we'll be fine this weekend, just so long as things don't get out of hand.' 'I hope so, Emma' said James. 'We'll find out tomorrow.' End of part 16. Emma's Endurance Ch. 17 A very long weekend. Emma and James sat in his private jet, on their way to the Castle of the Hawks. They were pensive and said little to each other during the journey. As the jet came to a stop, James leant over and kissed his wife and whispered, 'I love you. Don't forget it and keep me in your thoughts...please?' Emma smiled at James and stroked his cheek. She kissed him back and whispered 'don't worry. We'll be okay.' They said nothing more until they were inside the castle and they were welcomed by Sister Angela, who kissed them both, James first and then Emma, both kisses being long and passionate. She took Emma by the hand and led her off to the bathrooms, to cleanse herself inside and out and to change into her costume for the evening. Emma was wearing the familiar uniform described in 'The Story of O', clogs, a full filmy skirt, corseted bodice and painted nipples beneath a sheer, sexy bolero top. Her nipple rings were taken out and small gold ones with diamonds set into the metal were inserted. Sister Angela turned them a few times, causing Emma to gasp with the sensation. Emma was wearing a high black leather collar, with three D rings set into it. She was also wearing similar cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She looked at herself in the mirror, lips painted the same colour as her nipples and she said to Sister Angela, 'wow, that's really sexy, isn't it?' Angela gave her a hard look and pulling Emma's hair back, she forced Emma to kneel. 'Head down, bitch' ordered Angela. Emma obeyed and felt Angela lift her skirt. She felt a terrible streak of fiery pain as Angela struck Emma's buttocks. Two more followed and then Emma was forced back onto her heels again as Angela pulled her upright. The pain of her heels touching the weals brought tears to Emma's eyes. 'Thank me, slut.' 'Thank you mistress' Emma's voice was wobbly and weak. Angela pulled Emma upright again and attached a leash to Emma's collar and led her off to the large hall, where nine other couples were waiting in the brightly illuminated central platform. There was an audience in the shadows, all wearing the long robes, with the hoods pulled over their heads. The hall sounded full and Emma wondered if her parents were there. She pushed the thought from her mind. It was too unsettling. James was dressed in a very sexy white shirt, with a loose neck, full sleeves and black leather trousers. He looked like a film star. A robed and hooded man stepped forward. He started a speech about the Order and what it stood for and how it worked now. Emma was listening, but she was too nervous to take in what he was saying. Suddenly, she realised that he was giving instructions and that he was telling the new wives to walk up to to the stage and stand behind them. The hooded acolytes led the girls. Emma walked carefully across the floor to James and smiled at him. He bent his head to avoid meeting her eyes and she passed by and lined up, but not exactly behind her husband. She didn't know any of the other girls, but that didn't matter. They were all wearing the same uniform as Emma was and they kept their heads bent in submission. The man continued with his instructions and Emma realised that she had to move one place to her right. She did so and the man turned to face her. 'Now, girls you will have one minute to give the man in front of you and erection. You must use your mouth and hands. Now, GO!' Emma carefully opened the man's leather trousers and took his penis in her hand. She looked him in the eye and slowly kissed the end of his circumcised penis and started to lick the end, using her tongue and sucking the end and Emma thought, oh thank goodness! She carried on with the gentle oral stimulation, deep throating the man once and he was fully erect by the time that the hooded man called 'STOP'. One of the girls burst into tears. The man, whom she was kneeling in front of, hadn't got an erection. She knelt there, head bowed, tears spilling onto the rounded curves of her breasts. She knelt sobbing and the hooded man came over and pulled her up to stand in front of him. He looked into the dark shadows -- 'what shall we do to punish this girl?' he asked. A woman's voice rang out 'The riding crop! Six strokes and I want to do them!' 'Very well' said the man and the young woman was pulled over to a padded stool and pushed into place. The woman walked out, the hood of her robe covering her face and took a real riding crop from the man. Emma was horrified. This would create terrible bruises. It was torture. The woman raised her hand and struck the girl's bare buttocks. She screamed, a terrible high-pitched agonised cry and the woman struck again. Emma could see the skin swell immediately and then a dreadful realisation came over her. The woman striking the girl was Emma's mother. Emma recognised the bracelet on the woman's wrist and a small scar that her mother had got from a riding accident. Frozen with fear and disgust, she watched the next four strokes and felt that she wanted to run and escape from this dreadful place and never return. She looked over at her husband and gave a tiny shake of his head, blue eyes boring into her and appealing to her to stay the course. Emma stood still and gazed at her husband. He looked away towards the man, who was speaking again. 'New wife sluts, you and your husband will perform a sex act, in front of us and you will please us, or else you will both be punished. Now, you' he pointed to a tall fair-headed man and the man's eyes widened in fear, 'you will take your wife from behind and you will ejaculate on her face and she will wipe it off and suck the semen from her fingers.' The girl had long, dark curls and a beautiful, sulky face, with full lips and small round breasts, with dark nipples. She knelt on a stool and her husband flipped up her long skirt and she arched her back, pushing her buttocks up and spreading her knees wider. Her husband pulled her buttocks apart and penetrated his wife's vagina, which was already showing signs of arousal. He gripped the flesh of her buttocks hard and thrust hard, slowly at first and then moving more quickly. He began to pant and quickly pulled out and walked around and pumping his erect penis with his hand, he ejaculated all over his wife's face. She knelt up, licked a finger and slowly wiped off the semen, seductively sucking the finger, in a very lewd and suggestive way. She repeated this action three times and Emma could hear the crowd gasp and a few moans of interest. 'Very good, you have passed the test.' The couple stood up and were given hooded robes to wear and they walked off the stage, hand in hand and into the crowd. 'Next couple -- you,' he pointed at James 'and your slut will have anal sex and the same rules apply. Your wifeslut will lick the semen from her breasts this time and she must do this in such a way that will please us.' James took Emma by the hand and she knelt on the same stool as before. He flipped up her skirt, gasping as he saw the three bruising whip marks. James pulled Emma's buttocks apart and ran his finger over her anus and she moaned slightly and James slid his erect penis straight into her anus. He varied the speed and depth of penetration and Emma focused on arching her back and showing off her well-toned young buttocks. James' started to thrust more quickly now and he pulled out and walked around to Emma's face. 'Kneel in front of your Lord' he ordered and Emma knelt up and he ejaculated over her breasts. Emma licked her lips slowly, and she scooped a line of sticky semen from her right breast and licked it off slowly. She thrust her finger into her mouth and pulled it out, repeating the action twice more. She could hear people's breathing becoming louder and a man suddenly jumped up on the stage and pulling off his robe, he pumped his penis hard and ejaculated over Emma's face. She blinked her eyes, trying to clear the semen from them and waited for instructions. 'Lick it off and make it look good' a man's voice shouting from the crowd, made Emma gasp in surprise and so she did so. The man's semen tasted very salty and she licked it from her fingers quickly. The tall man, who gave the orders mounted the stage and turned to the crowd. 'Does this couple pass?' 'Yes!' shouted the hooded figures and Emma and James were presented with their robes and they disappeared into the crowd. James pulled Emma into a corner and whispered in her ear. 'You were fantastic. I love you and now, you're safe. Thank goodness and by the way, I want you again, so I'm going to sit on this chair and you'll straddle me and we'll fuck, whilst everyone is watching the sex show.' The next couple had a much more difficult ordeal. The young girl, told to straddle her husband, was told to deep throat one of the other men and to try to make them both come at the same time. The other man, slowly moving in and out of her mouth was taking his time. 'Come on!' shouted a voice and everyone laughed. The other husband lost his erection and the Master of Ceremonies ordered two men from the crowd to take the place of the others. The girl kept her gaze down, submissively and she straddled the larger penis of one of the men from the crowd. He gasped and she cried out and her cry was cut short by the even larger penis of the other man. The two older men, kept their erections for much longer and after a few sharp words from the hooded Master, her husband started to stroke her breasts, pulling at the nipples and soon, the two men climaxed. The Master asked if the couple passed and the crowd did shout 'Yes' but with less enthusiasm at Emma and James' performance. Finally the unlucky girl who had been whipped by Emma's mother, was told that she had to accept a double penetration -- one man in her anus and the other in her vagina. She started to cry fearfully, but was pulled into position, straddling her husband and her skirt was slowly raised by the Master, who ran his hand over her welts. He roughly thrust two fingers into her anus and she screamed in pain and fear. 'Who wants this?' he shouted. 'You take her!' a voice came out of the crowd and so he nodded his head in agreement. He beckoned one of the resident submissives to suck him to full erection and then slowly pushed his large penis into her anus. The girl tensed and screamed again. The Master ordered the other girl to pull apart the young wife's buttocks and he thrust harder and harder, timing his thrusts to match those of the girl's husband. He pulled out and ejaculated over her back, his penis slick with blood and shouted 'Pass?' 'Yes!'' the crowd replied and the couple were presented with their robes, the girl still sobbing hysterically. 'Now, Lords and Ladies, we fuck!' The Master leaped from the stage and the crowd started to split into groups. James and Emma sat in the dark corner of the hall and wondered what would happen next. Sister Angela approached them and knelt in front of Sir James. 'My Lord, I will show you to our/your room for the night. May I join you?' James, dazed from lust and adrenaline, nodded and he and Emma followed Angela down many darkened corridors to a luxurious suite. End of Part 17. Emma's Endurance Ch. 18 Emma swam up through consciousness and opened her eyes slowly, as they seemed to weigh twice as much as they should. The light was bright, from fluorescent lights and Emma knew, with some strange instinct, that she was in a hospital. Her nose itched and when she tried to reach it to scratch the irritation, she found that she couldn't move her hands. She looked down her body towards where they should be and they were strapped up in huge leather restraints. Emma tried to lift her head, but her neck was also imprisoned with a similar wide restraint. She blinked a couple of times and tried to clear her throat and then suddenly, she felt desperately nauseous. 'Help! I feel sick -- please, I need help?' A nurse appeared with a bowl and Emma retched, but little liquid came up. The nurse felt Emma's forehead and then lifted her hospital gown, had a quick look and left her without saying a word. Emma fell asleep again and when she opened her eyes, she saw James sitting beside her. 'James?' she whispered, 'What's happened?' James leaned over and stroked Emma's face, kissing her gently on her dry lips. 'My love, you had a little operation to make you perfect for me and when you recover, we'll have so much fun. I love you - be brave, my sweetheart?' Emma nodded and tried to speak. 'My throat -- it's so dry, do you have any water?' James had a cup of water with a straw and Emma tried to drink it slowly. She fought the nausea and lay still, breathing deeply and fell asleep again. She thought she heard James's voice saying, 'Two more days, yes?' and then sank into deep sleep. Time seemed to pass in odd periods of bright lights and odd sensations. Emma dreamed a lot and at one time, she awoke crying out in pain, but swiftly went back to sleep again. The next time that she opened her eyes, James was by her side again and her hands were free. Emma tentatively tried to move her head and found that her neck was free as well. She tried to sit up, but the room seemed to move and so she lay down again. 'What happened?' 'Emma darling, we'll talk about all that's happened on the journey home. Can you walk?' Emma stood up, her legs didn't feel like her own and her knees seemed to have a life of their own. She swayed and sat on the bed and winced in pain. What on earth had happened? James found a wheelchair and he helped Emma to pull on a robe and gently lowered Emma onto the seat and wheeled her out to the helicopter. Emma was exhausted by this time and leaned against James and despite trying to stay awake, slept a little. She managed to walk slowly to the private jet and struggled up the stair. Then holding onto the back of a seat for support, she let James lay her down on a couch. Once the plane was in the air James started to tell Emma what had happened. 'Your parents came to our room. They talked to me whilst you were sleeping and they were very persuasive. They recommended a small operation to trim your labia and the hood from over your clitoris. They suggested a new invention -- a subcutaneous implant, which we'll try when you are feeling no pain. I have seen your scars and once you've healed, you'll look like a porn star. I think you are gorgeous and if I could, I'd never let you wear clothes every again. I want to fuck you, but don't worry, we'll wait' Emma asked James if she could look at herself, so he raised the robe and Emma looked down. She couldn't see much difference, but when she touched herself, she could feel the stitches and as for her clitoris, it was so sore that she felt tears spring to her eyes. 'James, I hope this isn't too much -- please tell me that everything will be alright?' James sat down next to Emma and cradled her in his arms and whispered words of reassurance into her ear and she fell asleep again. One week later, Emma was lying naked at the villa in Corfu. She had healed well and the scars could not be seen. James had promised her a night that she wouldn't forget and this would be it. They sat on the terrace and ate a light meal. Emma was feeling surprisingly nervous and wondered what the implant was going to do. James picked her up, just like a new bride and carried Emma upstairs. He laid her on the bed and gently stroked Emma's inner thighs, which were super sensitive and Emma arched her back, instantly aroused. He leaned over and licked Emma's clitoris. She cried out, the sensations were so intense that she felt as though a bomb had exploded in her head. James stopped and looked into Emma's eyes. 'I think, that is definitely an improvement, don't you?' Emma could not speak, but just nodded her head. James's warm fingers were gently massaging Emma's pubic bone and he stopped and pressed gently and Emma was flooded with intense orgasmic ripples. She sat up, mouth slightly open and leaned over to lick James's nipples. He lay down and she straddled him, carefully inserting his throbbing penis into her and she threw her head back. 'Fuck me. Fuck me, James. Do what you want, but fuck me first!' She leaned back and they concentrated on the physical act, James pumping in and out, reaching his orgasm in just a few minutes. He stroked Emma's pubis and pressed on the left side and the intense sexual stimulation stopped. She cried out and collapsed sideways. They lay together and Emma smiled at her husband. 'You were right. That was incredible. What is that implant?' James reached over and took out a small booklet and handed it to Emma to read. The implant was actually two buttons, one to the left of the bottom of the pubis and one to the right. The right hand one switched on the stimulator, which acted like an invisible vibrator. Once activated, the woman (or man) the book claimed, would experience extreme sexual arousal, with the capacity for multiple orgasms. They experimented with the implant and found that James could also feel the electrical current as well, if they activated the stimulator when James's penis was buried deep inside Emma. They tried the stimulator with anal sex, but it didn't enhance James's level of arousal. Emma though, was very over aroused, begging James to squeeze her nipples and to fuck her as hard as he could. One month later, they sat down to eat breakfast on their terrace and Emma was troubled. She drew up the courage to speak. 'That implant is like a drug. You switch it on and I go mad with desire. I'm not sure if I want to go to University or spend my days like a whore in the Castle. Maybe we are going to have to set some rules for its use?' James raised an eyebrow and said nothing. Emma sat there, wondering what on earth she'd said and then she remembered who called the shots. 'James, I'm sorry. Please forgive me?' James looked at Emma, his blue eyes cold and angry. 'I forgive you, Emma. I'm not sure if you understand or comprehend that control of your sexual desire is your responsibility. You may think that the stimulators have driven you beyond your control, but for your own self-respect, you must learn to manage your arousal.' His lips were tight and he shook his head. He left the terrace and Emma sat there, silent and dumbfounded. James drove off to town that morning, spending time at the St Ishmael offices, discussing fund raising and what to do with his wife, with whom he was falling out of love. She was insatiable and like a cat in heat. It was becoming boring. The advice was to hold a small orgy at the villa and to explore the boundaries of Emma's arousal. Master Peter, James' sponsor advised James to push the pain/pleasure barriers. 'Use a crop or a whip and leave some scars. That'll help to train her to see sex as both pain and pleasure. I think you'll find that she'll be biddable and submissive afterwards. Invite these people...' and he listed ten couples, all much older than Emma and James. James felt a small feeling of fear crawling around his abdomen, was he betraying his wife? He was also feeling a certain amount of lust and so he agreed to follow Master Peter's suggestions. The secretary in the office suite was busy when James left the main boardroom. She was on her knees, pleasuring another younger man, who nodded at James as he left, his erection throbbing uncomfortably. James drove the fifty kilometres home to his villa and arrived home, dizzy with lust. He went upstairs and ordered Emma on to her knees and he gave her young, warm and wet mouth a good fucking. Emma's Endurance Ch. 19 Dear reader, this story is coming to an end. This is the ultimate part and I hope it stimulates you. My husband enjoyed it. I enjoyed the after-effects. * One morning, a week after James had driven to Corfu Town to consult Master Peter, James casually informed Emma that a few couples were coming over that evening. 'Be ready, my sweet. Be clean and beautiful. I want to show you off to a few people. It's a compliment to you and the cosmetic surgeon at the Castle. Wear the black net negligee and the stockings and have a nap -- it's going to be a long night!' Emma obediently followed James's order and with a few butterflies of fear mixed with anticipation, she was ready to meet the guests for dinner. The women were some ten years older than Emma and some of the men were in their sixties, with an air of authority and a sexy cragginess that reminded Emma of her father. One of the men stroked Emma's hair and lifting her chin with his fingers, said 'Hmm, James, she's a pretty one. Obedient?' James frowned and took a step back to regard his wife, as though seeing her for the first time. He twisted his mouth a little in distaste. 'She's obedient right enough, Master, but she's too wanton -- a bit easy. I'm not sure that she really understands who holds the power in the marriage. She needs to learn who is the man -- oh and also, that I own her. She's mine.' Emma was horrified. She flushed red and looked at the floor. This was torture. Thirty minutes later, Emma knew what torture was. She was tied, spread-eagled to a large X shaped frame and pulled wide open, for all to see. The women ran their hands over Emma's soft skin and stroked her hair. 'Poor little bitch. I don't envy her, but apparently, she's got the SubStim. Here --' and the woman pushed the small button to the right of Emma's pubis and she gasped as the sexual stimulator set her body thrumming with arousal and desire. 'Wow,' one of the other women ran a finger down Emma's left inner thigh and Emma almost cried out with the intensity. 'This is a great invention. I think the Castle is onto a winner here. How long before it's marketed?' The other woman paused and stroking Emma's left breast, 'Well, I reckon about six months. It depends on the trials and who runs the clinics, but I think we'll be showing a profit at the end of this year.' Emma, in her dazed and heavy arousal, wondered what they meant. The men walked into the underground playroom and made various remarks about the general desirability of James' 'bitch' and Emma was again, flushed with shame and anger at being referred to as a possession, like a gun dog or a horse. She struggled against the bonds, but it was no use. She was helpless. The SubStim button was the topic of much conversation. James gave a short presentation on how it worked and where it was best placed for maximum effect. He pushed the small patch of skin over the 'off' button and Emma sagged, exhausted and then he reactivated it again and Emma arched her back. 'See how she responds to the lightest touch! The applications for the training of submissives are endless. My wife has not yet learned to manage her response to the SubStim and I think tonight, she'll learn the true relationship between pain and pleasure.' James took a long, dark and vicious-looking cane and walked around to the front of the X shaped frame. He looked into Emma's eyes and spoke; 'Emma, we haven't used this before have we?' Emma shook her head, fear rising like cold waves within her abdomen. 'I'd like to whip you with this. Will you let me? It will give me great pleasure.' Emma, tears forming, nodded her head and said 'Yes, Sir James. You may do what pleases you.' James stepped back and looked at the other couples in the room and said 'We'll try three strokes with the Substim off and then three with it activated.' James raised the cane and Emma heard the slight hum as it came down and then a blaze of white-hot heat on her right thigh. She screamed. James walked around to the left side and hit her again. One of the older men spoke. 'Nice welts.' James nodded and struck Emma again. Ignoring her tears and cries of pain. 'Now, I'm going to activate the SubStim'. He pressed the small area of skin and Emma arched her back as the waves of stimulation flooded through her pubis. 'Three more' said James. Emma screamed again as James hit her on the buttocks, leaving a livid purple welt with each blow. The pain was different now, a dark, wet mix of pleasure and pain and Emma was panting as James stepped back. 'I think we'll turn her over now and let some of the others have a go. What do you think Emma?' James wasn't even looking at her and at that moment Emma knew that he didn't love her any more. She started sobbing. The others in the room were stroking and rubbing, licking and interspersing blows with various floggers and whips, on Emma and each other. At one point, Emma was on her knees, licking the clitoris of one of the women and bobbing up and down on the erection of her husband, who beckoned to one of the other men. 'Take her arse at the same time.' The man stroked Emma's buttocks and ran his finger over the raised welts. He had a leather whip, with many fronds and lightly beat Emma's buttocks until they glowed. That felt pretty good and Emma concentrated on relaxing until she felt the penis pushing at her anus. She had never done this before and started to tense up a little. The man pulled her head back and spoke roughly -- 'relax bitch! You will take this and give me pleasure.' Emma focused on relaxing her anal sphincter, but the man was rough and stiff. She knew he was most likely tearing the skin, but she was high on the endorphins and hormones of the implant and she didn't care. At some point, she passed out and awoke later, to find that she was lying on the padded mat of the underground playroom. She stood up and gasped. Her body was covered with bruises and welts. Every part of her was sore, even her elbows. She walked into the shower and washed herself very gently all over. She performed the morning's douche and wincing, as the liquid passed from her anus, she wondered where her husband was. Naked, Emma walked up the stairs and then up to the floor above, where she expected to find James. There was no one there. Instead, Emma saw a letter with her name on it and trembling slightly, she picked it up and opened it. In James's cursive script, it told her that she was being sent to the Castle and would stay there until Sir James called to collect her. She was to be ready to leave by midday. As she sat (gingerly, to be honest) in the plane later, she had strange images running through her head each time that she closed her eyes. It was pure pornography, almost seeing herself from above, out of body and at that moment, Emma knew that degradation was her destiny and in no way, ever was she going to go under. She was going to fight back and get out, even if it killed her. Emma's Endurance Ch. 20 In the Castle of the Hawks, some days later, Emma, clad in her 'Story of O' outfit, was polishing the large walnut dining table, when she noticed a small door in the corner of the room. She quietly crossed over to the door and to her surprise, it opened and there was a staircase leading down -- but to where? Later, when she was in her room -- her cell. She lay back on her bed and visualised her escape. Where would she go? What could she do? Could she manage it? There was a quiet tap on the door and Adrian sidled in. He sat on the bed and smiled shyly. 'Hey, Emma. Long time, no see eh?' Emma remembered his firm, yet gentle training. How he never bullied her, had led her around on her leash gently, without tugging in order to push her off balance, how he fucked her gently during anal preparation and how he'd confided in her, after being taken by 'The Monster'. 'I'm tired Adrian. My marriage was a disaster; I've been abandoned here by my husband, who used me as a lab rat. They used me to help sell this horrible and addictive implant that turns me into a sexual android. I hate it. I want to leave or die. My whole life has been a sham. My parents never loved me or spent time with me. No one knows who I am - not even me!' Adrian put his arms around Emma and whispered in her ear. 'Ssh, I know. I've spent more hours comforting girls like you than I've had hot men.' Emma stopped sobbing and whispered back to Adrian. 'What? This has happened before?' Adrian put his hands on her shoulders and solemnly nodded. He carried on whispering, telling Emma that the Order of Saint Ishmael was nothing more than a very, very exclusive and expensive brothel. 'Your husband, Sir James married you on the recommendation of the board. He suckered you into falling in love with him, but it was never going to work, as deep down, I think he hates women. I suspect that his parents were members as well. This organisation goes way up to royalty. The schools, the money, the houses and the fake Order of St Ishmael set up is a shallow mind fuck for the very rich. We are pawns for pornographers and I want to get out. Do you?' Emma nodded. 'How?' she whispered. 'How do we escape?' Adrian told Emma that there was another way in and out of the castle. It would be dangerous, but as long as they held their nerve, they could leave. 'Give me a few days to work on it, but you look for secret staircases and doors that no one seems to use. I know that there is another way in and out, but I've never had the courage to try it.' Emma hugged Adrian tight and whispered 'I'm in. I'll do anything to get out.' The Fates were not working for them. The next few days were a blur of demonstrations of the electrical subcutaneous implants the 'SubStim' and Emma was exhausted. The implants were instruments of torture. Once activated, the reaction was instant and Emma was transformed from a self-possessed, cool young woman, into a moaning, begging sex addict. Emma was used, just as though she was a prostitute being pimped out to all-comers. 'I swear, that when I escape, I'll become a nun -- a Buddhist nun, with a shaven head and live in Thailand and never have or think about sex ever again!' Emma was in the shower, having sobbed for an hour on Adrian's shoulder. 'No, you won't. You'll be strong and just like this damn castle, impregnable. No one will enter and no one will ever use you again. Hold on to that thought, as we have a week's rest starting tomorrow.' Emma slept well, despite her sore and bruised body. She was up early the next morning and using her house-keeping duties as a cover, she investigated the small door that she'd spotted in the grand dining room. The stairs led down to a terrace, but one that wasn't used much by the look of it. The stone flags were dirty and had grass growing in the cracks. Emma carefully peered up, to see if any windows overlooked her, but there was none. She looked over the parapet and closed her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks -- surely this couldn't be true? Emma looked again, hardly daring to check, but she was correct. There was a pathway leading down the mountain and at that moment, Emma believed in miracles. The path was overgrown and neglected. Oh, thank goodness, thought Emma, now, all I need are clothes and shoes and I'm out. Adrian was less excited. 'We need to find our passports -- don't' worry, I can get them and we also need a large amount of cash. We either do this quickly or leave as soon as I've collected everything, or we do it slowly and just slip away, with no one to raise the alarm. I'd go for the second option, as there'll be fog later this week.' Emma agreed and asked if she could help, but Adrian had it all worked out. 'We'll go over the wall on Thursday, at first light and that'll give us, I hope, two days to get right away.' The next three days were extremely difficult. Emma was sure that someone would see her excitement, but there were only a few people at the Castle, all of whom were professional staff and all were engaged on a spring-cleaning exercise. On Thursday, Adrian tapped at Emma's door -- released her from her restraints and handed her some chef's whites. 'All I could find, I'm afraid' he shrugged. Emma put the clothes on and some slip-on rubber soled shoes and as the grey light grew brighter, they slipped out over the parapet and started down the crag. One day, some ten years later, Emma looked up at the Castle and remembered the adrenaline-fed descent. 'I swear God kept me from falling' she'd later claim. The old path was partly covered by brambles, which ripped through Emma's trousers. There was a handrail at one point, but it didn't look safe and Emma didn't want to risk falling. There was a stone stair of sorts, which wound down the cliff face and as they reached the bottom, became less stable. Adrian almost slid off the footpath, with a terrifying gasp of fear. Emma grabbed his arm and leaned back, pulling Adrian upright and they both took five minutes to rest and catch their breath. An hour later, they reached a road, one which led up to the helipad, so Emma and Adrian kept a watch, hiding if they heard a car approaching. At ten o clock -- 'exactly ten -- a sign if there ever was one!' said Adrian, they reached a small town. Far above them, the Castle was partly in the clouds and a thousand miles away. Emma and Adrian walked into an outdoor clothing store and bought some hiking clothes, putting them on in the rest room of a nearby petrol station and they walked out looking exactly like all the other visitors, with waterproof jackets and hats and they bought rail tickets to the nearest city, which turned out to be Vienna. At a universal hotel in the city, they sat and talked about what to do next. 'I'm going home,' said Adrian. 'I walked away from my life nearly five year ago and I haven't seen my parents in all that time. I'd been studying at Leeds University when Master Peter picked me up at a nightclub. He offered me a lot of money to come and explore my sexuality and I think I've gone about as far as I want to. I don't belong to anyone, not like you. I'm free to either stay hidden or go back. I think I'll keep quiet though. The Order has too many members in too many levels of society. I won't see you again, but I'll never forget you.' Emma was tearful and full of fear. She'd never had a free and easy life, being at boarding school for so many years and under the strict discipline of the nuns. She thought for a while and decided to stay away from humanity for a while. 'I'm going to walk. I'll travel by rail and get back to the UK that way and then, I'm going to disappear. I'll buy a tent and a great rucksack and sleeping bag and I'll be off. I think it'll be safe. There are footpaths all over the UK and I'll keep walking until I feel safe. We have UK currency don't we?' Adrian smiled and pulled Emma's head onto his shoulder. 'We do, Emma. I have £8000 in £10 notes and half is yours. It's new, so easier to hide and I wish you all the luck in the world.' Emma and Adrian got back into the United Kingdom, passing through passport control without problems and she got on a bus, which took her to Liverpool and then on to Carlisle. Emma stayed in a small travel hotel, buying a few clothes and having her long, glossy dark red haircut into a short, boyish style. She didn't look like herself and she liked that. The SubStims would have to stay for a while, but she knew that she'd have them removed as soon as possible. Emma walked far, fear keeping her moving on. The isolation and peace was a little overwhelming. She had a strong fear reflex and found conversation difficult and pubs impossible. She liked solitude, but missed music, so she bought an MP3 player and downloaded a lot of Bach. The logic and beauty of the music was a great comfort. She discovered a Buddhist Convent, but she stayed for just a few weeks, not liking any discipline after all those years of school and finally found a New-Age commune in North Wales. She'd had enough of uniforms and rules. She looked at herself in a full-length mirror one day, with a baggy cotton shirt on and cotton trousers, her hair woven into dreadlocks, face painted with Maori designs and felt good. She looked mucky and as though she slept in mud, but she was finally happy and practically invisible. Who'd look twice at a girl covered with mud? One day, she went to find her best friend, Nina, a middle-aged earth mother and told her the story of her time with Sir James and how her parents had betrayed her. Nina was horrified and wanted to take Emma to the police. 'You were trafficked, girl. This was white slavery.' 'Nina, if I go to the police, they'll find me -- the Saint Ishmael people. They are everywhere -- politicians, aristocracy, even the police and I can't ever come out of the shadows. I do want these implants removed.' 'What implants? Breasts?' Emma explained the SubStim and what it did. Nina was intrigued, but once Emma demonstrated the effects, she knew what to do. 'No worries. I have a brother who is a GP and he'll do this. They are only subcutaneous and will be dead easy to remove.' Emma wasn't happy at being handled by a man, but the thought that this would be the final step towards freedom was powerful and so one night, Nina took her to her brother's house in Bristol. Nina's brother, David was horrified. 'This was done without your consent?' Emma, who had insisted on a local anaesthetic, nodded, wincing slightly. 'My whole life has been without consent. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it. I reckon someone owes me a lot, but it's too risky to start talking about it. I was going to study Politics, Philosophy and Economics at university. I have four A levels with A* results but they're in my old name, Emma de Courcy. I'd have to change my name and do them again. No. That's enough institutionalised life for me. I could have spent my whole life in care and prison and in a way, I did.' David nodded. He put a couple of dissolving stitches where he'd excised each implant and he put them away for further study. 'Be careful,' warned Emma. 'These people are wealthy and don't care about anyone. They are very powerful and will do anything they can to keep their private lives secret.' Six months later, David rang Nina and offered to get Emma a job in his practice. 'If she wants to work, we can give her a bit of security and a free place to live. I need someone to stay over the surgery and there's an excellent burglar alarm.' Emma thought about it and decided to give normal life a try. She kept her hair short, had removed her nipple rings when she was in the petrol station after her incredible descent from the Castle. She decided to try normal life. David had provided Emma with a lap top computer and she spent many nights researching her parents and husband and the Order of Saint Ishmael -- using Internet proxies to cover her tracks. One day, she saw Adrian's photo on a news item. He'd been murdered and mutilated. Emma knew exactly who was responsible. Instead of terror, she felt so much rage that she had to sit down to write out her account of all that had happened to her. She wrote a blog. She called herself 'AhnOnymous' and she changed all the locations and ages and even the name of her old school. The blog grew in popularity, with a fairly large number of hits and a lot of requests for more information. Emma ignored them all. One day, Emma saw a reply from James. He wrote; 'If you are the person I married, then please read on...' He was apologetic and admitted that he had married her for the money and entry into the higher layers of the Order. He apologised again and asked if he could meet her. Emma ignored this request. Her memories of James were too painful to dwell on at that time. She'd fallen in love with him and she thought he'd loved her in return. She'd felt sure that he was in love and she thought that she knew. Emma wondered if perhaps, just for a little while, he'd loved her, so one day, she replied, giving him a Gmail address that she'd set up especially for this. He sent her a long email, full of regret and genuine remorse. Well, he wrote the word 'genuine' but Emma didn't believe this. She discussed this with David and his wife. 'I'm not comfortable with the idea of meeting James again. I don't trust anyone from my old life and I'd run from any threat of discovery. To be honest, I want to run anyway. It's sad, isn't it? Here we are in the 21st century and I have to live in dread of my own parents and husband.' David's wife, Molly spoke. 'I know a counsellor. She's not Catholic or wealthy and I know she was sexually exploited and has since recovered. Would you like to meet her?' Emma took a few days to think about this and finally agreed. She ignored James's email and sat and meditated each night, looking for the inner strength to decide what to do next. The counselling was a painful and difficult experience. Reliving trauma and pain, mixed with pleasure was a double-edged sword. It was a long, slow process to untangle the fear, pleasure, pain and dissonance of the BDSM ethos. Emma's counsellor was horrified at first and wanted to talk to the police, but agreed to wait until they could find a person that they could trust. One day, they had a breakthrough. Molly found a small charity that helped both men and women to recover from life in The Order of Saint Ishmael. Emma didn't contact the charity immediately, she waited until she felt stronger and then she wrote to James, asking him to prove his repentance by making a large donation to the charity and she sat back and waited. Nothing happened for some weeks, which made Emma very short-tempered, but one day a headline in a national broadsheet newspaper popped up. Someone had made a donation of £500,000 to the charity and Emma knew that it was James. Some time later, Emma sat in the same room as her husband and locked eyes with him. He was thin and pale. The arrogance and air of authority had dissipated. 'I know that words can't ever repair the damage and betrayal done to you. My testimony will though. If you want to expose the Order, then I'll help. If you don't or can't risk the consequences, then I'll pay for you to go to university.' Emma was stunned. 'You'll pay for everything? You know I'll have to have a new identify don't you? The Order found Adrian and killed him. I will not die the same way. Can you help? Can you stop my parents from looking for me?' James nodded. 'I'll deal with it. You have my word. No one will come after you.' Emma thought for a moment and to her surprise heard herself saying, 'I'll take it. You owe me this at the very least and you must promise to stay away from me until I contact you again.' She was thinking on her feet now, '£30,000 per year until I get in touch?' James agreed. Relief written on his face, he let out a long sigh and offered Emma a divorce. She refused. 'We'll talk again when I get in touch. We need to get to know each other as equals, so you'll have to wait until I'm ready.' After some legal negotiations, Emma took her place at Cambridge University. James had kept his word and she had a new identity. No one ever contacted her from the old life and gradually, she felt free and began to relax around others. She graduated with a first-class degree and finally enjoying the mental discipline, carried on studying. One day, some five years later, James received a letter from Emma. She explained that she felt able to see him again and asked if they could meet in the bar of a small hotel in Yorkshire. Emma had let her hair grow again and with her pale skin and dark hair, she looked as lovely as she had when she was eighteen. She shook his hand, her gaze meeting his, without fear and greeted him with, 'Hello James.' She smiled. 'How are you?' James shrugged his shoulders, 'I'm still living in limbo. I don't go out, or go to anything to do with the Order. I just stay at home in Scotland and do some farming. I keep sheep and I've thrown myself into their world.' He looked fit and lean, with a slightly wind-burnt complexion and also very unhappy. Emma believed him. She could feel that he was in some emotional pain. 'I'm glad that you have something to do. I liked the academic rigour and kept on studying -- for which I'm grateful. I think it's paid off, because I'm a doctor -- a PhD doctor of Psychology, not a clinical doctor. I specialise in Psycho-sexual issues. I help people to feel better about themselves. I've finally sorted out my issues with BDSM. It's a choice, a game, not a way of life. If you keep it in the bedroom then no one else gets hurt, or kidnapped, or exploited or murdered. I haven't had sex since I escaped and I still regard myself as married. I chose to marry you. I didn't choose to be whipped or mutilated and I'll never forget that.' She let out a long breath. 'Well, that's better.' She smiled and held out her hand 'I'm Dr Emma Stornoway. I'm very pleased to meet you.' James raised his eyebrows and suddenly found that his eyes were filling with tears. 'Thank you Emma.' He said and after a long pause, with a slightly awkward wiping of his eyes and a long swallow of beer, he said 'Could we start again?' The End.