4 comments/ 75043 views/ 10 favorites Violet Tears Ch. 01 By: Meliawen Violet stared at the darkness growing in the sky with mild anticipation. It was the first time she had been alone among the village rose garden in a long time. With a sigh, she laid down on the stone bench, using her arms as a pillow, and stared up as the stars began popping their heads from their beds to greet those waiting below. She always felt more at peace here, outside, beneath the stars. She was one of seven children, six of which were girls, raised by a father with money and a crude desire for more. He had taken to selling his daughters in secret, though none of the other children knew it. They all thought their siblings had gone off to marry and live happy lives. Violet had seen the papers; she knew the truth. That was why she was hiding from her father now. With three of her sisters already gone, it left Violet as the oldest of the children. She was seventeen, with a heart full of fire, and hair to match. Her name came from the color of her eyes, though no one could explain it. They had never seen a baby born with such brilliant violet eyes. Her siblings all had her hair, that was true, but they bore their father's deep brown eyes. She supposed she may have gotten the gene from her mother, though she was dead now, and Violet supposed she would never know. "Someone so young and beautiful really should not be outside alone." Said a voice. Violet sat up so quickly her head spun and she looked around. There was a man standing in the shadows of a rosebush, his tall frame illuminated on one side by the village lights. He was well built, from what she could tell, and had a gentle and kind voice. "Who are you?" She demanded of him, her hand secretly going to the dagger at her belt. She has always been independent, and not very lady-like. She often wore pants, as she did now, under her corset and shirt, and there was never a place she went without her dagger in tow. The man chuckled low and moved closer, becoming fully visible in the lights. Violet felt her eyes widen in surprise. He was handsome! Perhaps in his mid-thirties, with long dark hair that fell over his face a little, and blue eyes that shone even in this dim lighting. "No one you need worry about stabbing, my pet." He said. "I am most certainly not your pet!" Violet snapped, her temper flaring. He laughed again, which only irritated her more. "Very well, then." He said, something disguised in his voice. She felt a whisper of fear. Perhaps this was the man her father intended to sell her to? But that was ridiculous! None of them had ever revealed themselves before. Still, she shifted further from him as he sat on the bench beside her. "My name is Eric Blaine." Blaine? She blinked in surprise. They were one of the highest noble houses in the land! Right under the King and Queen, and more rich than her father could ever dream of becoming. He was looking at her expectantly, and she jumped in surprise. "My name is Violet, sir Blaine. Tis a pleasure to meet you." "You mean you are not happy to be meeting me, but must under the circumstances." He laughed again. It was not a question. Violet scowled. "In any case, I'd best be getting on. I am only in the village until tomorrow, and I need my rest." "Good day." Violet said, as if dismissing him. And under her breath she added; "And good riddance, as well!" The man called Eric Blaine got up and strolled away, apparently in no hurry and Violet scowled after him. In no mood to continue her stargazing, she got up and stalked after him, making sure to keep him a fair distance away from her. Her father's manor stood on a hill at the far end of the village. It was a handsome place with lush gardens of its own that she rarely enjoyed. With three sisters gone, and her father playing dirty games, it seemed…hollow. She ran up the hill and slipped in the side door that lead through the kitchens. They were deserted at this hour; everyone seemed to have gone to bed. Violet smiled wryly to herself; she hadn't realized how late it really was. She crept up the back staircase to her room, let herself in and locked the door behind her. Not bothering to light and lamps, she stripped out of her clothes and made to reach for her night-dress. A flutter of movement from the corner alerted her and she drew her dagger from it's sheathe. There were two men in her room, near as she could tell in the darkness that blinded her. Neither spoke, but sprung from the shadows as if to attack her. She sliced at one with her weapon, and he cried out as it tore cloth and flesh, leaving a gash in his left arm. She screamed, but no one came to help her. She had a flashing realization; it was her turn. She struggled to keep away from them, backing to the window and pushing it open. The men recovered quickly from her feeble attacks and chased after her, but she had already leapt from the window. It was a good think her room was on the second floor. Violet landed with cat-like grace, and then realized she was out of her room dressed in nothing but her pride. She shivered, ducking into some bushes and crawling uncomfortably away from the manor. If they wanted her, she wasn't going down without a fight. She put her dagger in her teeth and continued to crawl, glancing up once at her deserted bedroom window. She wondered where the men had gone. Had they given up so easily? No. She hadn't made it fully past her fathers property when she was manhandled from the bushes by her hair. She screamed, pulling out her dagger quickly and cutting her lip in the process. Her own blood dripped down her chin as she attacked the men. They were, from all appearances, the same ones from her bedroom. They had tracked her easily. Violet cursed at her inabilities. They at last succeeded in tearing the dagger from her hands and wrestling her to the ground. Why did no one come to help her? Was the entire village deaf? Then she remembered that her father had quite an expansive property and they probably couldn't hear her. The men yanked her arms behind her back and lashed them together with stiff, rough rope. Violet struggled and screamed until they muffled her cries with a gag. She struggled against them, but her bonds were tied so tight it was useless. They ended her mutilating ensemble with a blindfold, and one of them picked her up and carried her like a sack of potatoes. Violet screamed, but it was no use. She was helpless against them, especially when they grew weary of her screams and knocked her out. She faded into blackness, her body growing limp. She awoke in the semi-darkness of dawn, her body aching from her struggles, and her skin cut from the thorns in the bushes she had crawled through. Her blindfold had been removed, and she could see all around her now. She was in a cage, apparently strapped to the top of a carriage, still wearing nothing but her skin. She blushed in mutilation and screamed in rage, but they hadn't removed her gag. She tried to bring her hands down to take it out herself, but they had been shackled to the top of the cage she was sitting in so she could no sooner bring them down than to stand up. The carriage had long since left the village behind. She could see the top of the driver's head, but didn't recognize him, and had no idea who the occupant of the carriage was. She struggled to get comfortable, but the small expanse of the cage made that near to impossible. She scowled in her disgust; her father had managed to sell her and she had known it was coming. Bastard. They passed a farm and the woman tending the gardens looked up, but there was no shock written on her face. Sex slaves were common things to see these days, especially coming from villages. She shivered in disgust, realized she had just acknowledged herself as such; a sex slave. She shook her head firmly, decided that whoever this man was that bought her would pay, even if she had to bite off his cock. She was in the cage for what seemed like forever, though only two dawns passed before they reached their destination. The carriage rode up into the mountains where a large palace (smaller only slightly than the King's) loomed in the mist. Violet shivered in the cold, wishing she had at least been decently dressed. They stopped, and the two men that had taken her captive (one with his arm in a bandage), pulled her cage down and carried her inside the palace before she could get a good look at the man that was now her "owner". She sneered at the idea. They carried her into the palace and down several flights to a dungeon of sorts. It was empty, and not at all what she expected. Instead of several cages made to torture prisoners, it had a single, room-sized cage at one end with chains inside, and several other devices. There was a large table filled with smaller things that Violet wondered at. She had heard tales of these things. They were commonly known as "sex toys", small machines that worked by magic, and were used to train and torture sex slaves and make them submit. She saw one laying on the table that looked like a long, slim tube with a rounded tip and a knob on the opposite end. There was also a whip, a flogger, and a riding crop, amid various other things she didn't recognize. She saw a device that reminded her of a cross, except that it was shaped more like a "t" that had had it's bottom cut and spread. She supposed it was so someone could be locked there, spread eagle, and unable to escape. The men unlocked her from the cage and threw her into the larger one by her hair. One guarded the door while the other led her inside and locked something around her neck. It was a metal ring that was connected to a five-foot chain in the wall. She pulled against it, but it was firmly attached. He snickered, then left the cage, locking it behind him and hanging the key ring from a hook near the dungeon door. Violet began her protests by tearing the gag off and screaming at the top of her lungs. She didn't really know why she was screaming, but she knew that it was a great way to vent her frustration. She grew weary of this in a few hours and resigned herself to pacing as far as the chain would allow. It only allowed her to go to the bars on either side of her, but not to the door. She estimated the cage at ten feet wide by fourteen feet long. It was enough to drive her mad. She tried using the buckle from the gag to pick the lock, but only succeeded in breaking the gag and throwing it at the bars in frustration. How long had she been down here? How long would the mystery man keep her here before he appeared? Several hours seemed to pass before she sat down and leaned against the cool wall, her nipples erect in the cold. She shivered, wishing for her freedom, or for a window at the very least. Just when she thought she could take no more waiting, the door to the dungeons opened, and a man stepped inside. He was shadowed against the light in the hall, making him indistinguishable, but when he closed the door, he was enveloped in the darkness just as she was. He did not speak, but moved silently to the floor-lamp candle-holders and lit one, six flames illuminating the room in a way she didn't expect. She couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her lips as she looked upon him. It was the man from the rose gardens. "You!" She spat. "I should have known you were behind this you filthy pig. I demand my freedom this instant." Eric Blaine let out that low laugh, the one that indicated he was amused with what she had said. Violet scowled at him and struggled with renewed fervor against the chain that held her. "You were expensive. I cannot and will not let you go. You are here for a reason, pet." He said, taking the key ring from the hook and unlocking the cage door. He stepped inside, leaving it ajar behind him. She watched him as he moved close to her, and made as if to touch her. She backhanded him with every drop of her strength. His head thrown to the side, his expression was unreadable, though she saw his jaw tighten. In one, swift movement, he grabbed a fistful of her fire red hair and pulled. Violet cried out, falling to her knees before him. "You'll be punished for your insolence, pet, and for removing the gag without permission." He unlocked the collar, and dragged her kicking and screaming over to the strange looking cross. There he hoisted her with no effort and cuffed her arms and legs. She struggled, but found the device to be quite secure in holding her. He then paid her little mind as he rummaged on the table, collecting several things. He returned with the flogger, and the slim device she had seen earlier, along with a chastity belt. Violet stared in horror at him, knowing what he was planning. "I think twenty five lashes should do it." He said to her with a smile. "Don't you agree pet?" "Don't touch me!" She shouted, and then screamed as he raised the flogger and struck his first blow. It landed across her left breast, her nipple stinging from the pain. A red mark appeared there. "Bastard!" She spat on his face. He wiped it away and struck her again, this time on her pussy. She screamed and writhed in her agony. "You will not speak to me in such a manner, pet. Because you are new, you have not learned, but you will address me as ‘Master' and thank me for every blow I deal. They are lessons for you, and you should be grateful for such." "If you think I'm going to bloody thank you for beating me, you've got another thing coming!" Violet snapped, her heart racing. The third blow handed on her stomach and she cried out again. "Thank your Master, pet!" He ordered. "For each blow I deal." "No!" She shouted, and he hit her again. She shouted with each one, and soon tears were streaming down her face. She counted to twenty-five, and he stopped, just as he had said he would. She was sobbing by this point, her body bruised and red in many places. Her skin stung like she had walked through a neck-tall field of stinging grass. She panted and glared at him, her defiance still unbroken. "You are going to be most entertaining to break, pet." He said with a smile. Violet growled at him. He reached down and pulled the slim device from the ground where he'd laid it and pushed it with no problem into her pussy. Violet jerked, the penetration unexpected and unwelcome. She was not a virgin, having had sex with a previous lover a year or so ago, but it still made her writhe. Then, she realized with horror that his beating had made more than her face wet. Her pussy was all but dripping with her fluids. He turned the knob and she jerked in surprise. The slim device was vibrating inside her. "You know what an orgasm is, don't you pet?" "Of course I do!" She snapped. "Good. I think you will do well to heed my orders." He picked up the chastity belt and snapped it on her over the vibrating toy. It muffled the sound and prevented her from using her vaginal muscles to push it out. "You will stay here until I return and you are not to orgasm. Perhaps that will teach you not to defy me." And with that, he turned and left the dungeon, leaving her writhing on the star shaped rack with her arousal fierce within her. The vibrator shivered within her pussy, and she could feel her juices dripping out around it, wet on her legs. She felt the intense need to orgasm and free herself from her agony, but she wasn't really looking forward to another beating, which she was sure would come if she did so. She shivered, aroused and horny, feeling a desperate urge to cum, though knowing it would bring no relief. There was no telling when Blaine would return, and the vibrator was not coming out of her pussy; the chastity belt held it firmly into place. She moaned, and it echoed forlornly off the walls. How long was he to torture her this way? It felt like hours had already passed, and she was still holding back her orgasm with increased difficulty. At last, he returned, bringing with him her relief, though she couldn't explain why. "Good girl, pet." He praised, seeing that she had not cum. "Thank your Master for the last three hours of pleasure." Three hours, had it only been that long? It felt like an entire night. Violet opened her parched mouth and tried to shove the words from it. Determined to subdue his anger for now, she spoke what he wanted to hear. "Th…thank you M…master." She said, her voice nothing more than a whisper. He beamed at her. "Very good. I think my pet deserves a reward." And he took off the chastity belt and removed the vibrator. Violet was left with a sense of loss; she had hoped so desperately that he would let her cum. He got to his knees and put out his tongue, running it from her rosebud to her clit. Violet cried out in surprise. "You are to cum in my mouth, pet, but you must ask permission before you do, or you will be punished." She did not respond, for she knew how he wanted her to, and she was beginning to regain some of her defiance. Blaine began licking her pussy, plunging his tongue in and out of her wet hole. Her pubic hair must have tickled his nose, she thought, and it gave her a sick sense of pleasure. He sucked on her clit and she felt her arousal again. It was mixed with self-disgust. Why was it this man could turn her on so well? She shivered, her pussy dripping again. He lapped up her liquid with apparent hunger, and continued massaging her throbbing clitoral hood with his tongue. At last, she felt herself pushed toward a rapid orgasm and hurriedly spoke. "Master, may I cum for you?" She begged. He nodded, continuing his sucking and Violet felt her body burst into pleasure. Her back arched against her restraints and her juices flooded from her pussy and into his mouth. Moaning in ecstasy, she felt her orgasm climax and then subside, her breath heavy and her skin beaded with sweat. "Good pet." He said with a smile. "Very good." Violet Tears Ch. 02 Violet was chained back in the cage feeling very satisfied somehow. She was conflicted and confused, for no man had ever made her feel as Blaine had. She was also reluctant about his feelings, knowing she would never be anything more than a slave to him, and he expected her to regard him as her Master. The thought made her uncomfortable, but she had no qualms eating the food he had brought for her. It was warm in her stomach, and made her feel at peace for the first time in days. Despite her nudity, she was acutely aware of the fact that she had easily accepted her new surroundings. It was another thing that made her wonder about her own sanity. The rest of the night passed quickly, for she slept after eating. When she awoke, she was still alone, and her body was aching both from the beating, and from sleeping on the cold stone floor. The chain rattled as she sat up and blinked. She knew her hair was a tangled mess, but had nothing to straiten it with. She wasn't awake for long before Blaine entered the chamber, his own appearance freshly washed and shaven. "Master has a surprise for you, pet." He said cheerfully, unlocking Violet from her restraints. "On your knees." She got reluctantly to her knees before him, hoping that he was going to put his cock in her mouth. But to her relief, he took something else from his pocket. It was a silver collar, simple with elegant carvings and a ring hanging from the front. The back came together with a place for a lock. Violet realized what he was doing and moved away. "No no, pet." He said, pulling her back. "You don't want to be punished for this do you?" Violet scowled, but remained still as he fastened it around her neck and locked it there. "It has my initials so that people will know who you belong to if you escape. Most are eager to return slaves to their Masters because the rewards as so high." He spoke these words as if they were nothing out of the ordinary, but Violet stared at him in horror. "Now," He continued, pulling out a leash and attaching it to the ring on her collar. "Shall we go explore the palace?" Violet tried to ignore her humiliation, but it wasn't easy. Where her nakedness had not affected her when alone in the dungeon, she was now among servant, who glanced at her appreciatively as they went by; even the women. Her face burned in horror and disbelief, but Blaine was apparently unaware of her discomfort as he led her by the leash. Violet unsnapped the leash and made a run for it. She had gone not ten feet before a surge of electricity overcame her and she crumpled to the ground quaking. "Oh yes, pet." Cried Blaine with glee. "I forgot to mention that your collar also has a built in electric chip. I need but press a button on the control to immobilize you." She shivered there, hating him wanting to rip his balls off and shove them down his throat. He came over and slapped her hard, leaving her face stinging. "That was for removing your leash." And he snapped it on again and yanked her to her feet, then continued on down the hall as if nothing had happened. She felt mutilated, but dared not touch the leash again. They went up two flights of stairs to the main level, and then up the grand stairwell and down a side hallway. Here he stopped outside a door with an intricate locking system on the outside and led her in after unlocking it. The room was furnished grandly, with a feather bed against one wall. It had a feather comforter and matching pillows. There was a wardrobe on the opposite wall, and a table in the middle of the grand room with two chairs at it. There were rugs and tapestries decorating the stone, and a desk for writing on the wall with the wardrobe. All in all, it seemed very cozy, but Violet's favorite part was the large window overlooking the sea beyond the mountains. The window was barred, but she could see through them easily enough. There was a fireplace, too, with flames crackling merrily in the hearth, and another doorway that led into what appeared to be a washroom. There was a woman waiting at the door, dressed in the garb of the lady servants of the palace. She curtsied to Blaine. "Thank you Susan. Pet, this is your ladies' maid. She does not speak, and she will not help you to escape, as she is unable. She will come and go with meals, and do as you request in practical things. I will be joining you for dinner this evening at the hour of seven, but first I have some instructions for you." Violet snapped her attention back to him, her irritation flaring. "You intend to keep me here, locked away from everything?" She snapped. "I'll escape, somehow!" He backhanded her again, this time sending her flying to the ground. She shook from the pain, then tossed her hair and glared up at him. "You'll be punished for that later, as well. You would do well to remember you are my slave, and I am your Master. Now, you are to bathe, and shave your body clean, aside from your head. I want your pussy smooth when I eat and touch it. You are to wash your hair and braid it, and then dress in one of the outfits from the wardrobe; I do not care which. When you have done these things, you are free to do as you choose until 6:45, when I want you to assume the position beside the table and wait for me until I arrive." "The position?" She repeated in a mocking voice. She had never heard of such a ridiculous thing. "What is that...sir?" She added the last belatedly and he raised his eyebrow at her. "On your knees, your legs spread, with your hands at your sides. You are to have your shoulders back, thrusting your breasts forward, and your head down. I want to be able to see and inspect all that I own. Your gaze will stay on the ground until I order you otherwise; my slave is expected to be modest and silent." Violet scowled at him, and did not reply. He grabbed the leash and yanked her forward so she was inches from his face. "Do you understand, slave?" "Y...yes Master." She replied, her voice shaky. "I understand." "Good. Six forty-five pet, no later." And he unclipped the leash and was gone, locking the door behind him. Violet took up a pillow and threw it at the door in her frustration. Susan hurried to pick it up and place it back on the bed, giving Violet a look that suggestion she had done something horrifying. Violet glared at her, though she didn't know why, and Susan gestured her into the washroom. A huge copper tub stood in the middle of the sloped, tile floor, and a fire stood boiling a huge pot of water. The tub was half-full of cool water already, so when Susan added the hot, it filled the tub with water of a steamy-perfect temperature. Lured by the herbal bath salts, Violet stepped into the tub and sank in up to her neck. It felt absolutely wonderful to sit there in the warmth, especially after such torture as she had felt the last few days. Susan sat in the corner reading, apparently trying to give her some peace. Violet reached for the soap and washed her hair, rinsing it beneath the water with a pleasant sigh. Then, she took up the razor and soap and shaved her legs, pussy and armpits. She washed her skin too, and then when she was done, she stepped out and used the lotion on the counter to renew the moisture in her body. Susan bustled about behind her, tidying up and draining the water from the tub. Violet made her way back to the room and opened the wardrobe curiously. Her jaw fell in shock and horror. Every outfit in the wardrobe was either skimpy or see-through. She saw a purple one that looked like an evening gown and pulled it out. It was made of some sheer material that would accentuate every curve of her thin frame, and thin enough to show it all, too. She put it on, and had Susan help her with the matching corset that covered her nipples, but pushed her large breasts up and together. She felt very awkward and exposed, perhaps more so than she had running about nude. An odd feeling, Violet mused. The skirt was short too, falling to mid-thigh in ruffles. She stared at her reflection as Susan combed the tangles from her hair and put it in one long braid that fell to her waist. Violet checked the clock on the top of the wardrobe. It was six-forty-two. Susan curtsied and left, locking the door behind her and leaving Violet very alone. She stared at the clock until it hit 6:45 and then debated with herself. She knew Blaine would return any time now, and she knew he would beat her again if she did not obey his orders. She was already in trouble, if what he had said earlier was true. Grudgingly, she got to her knees and spread them, revealing her smoothly shaven pussy, and hung her arms loosely at her sides. When he arrived early at 6:52, she bowed her head and studied the rug beneath her. He entered and locked the door behind him, then walked a slow circle around her. He was looking at her as if examining a new horse for his stables. Violet felt a shiver run up her spine and took a deep breath, her lungs restrained in the corset. "Stand, pet." Said Blaine, and Violet complied, getting to her feet somewhat less than gracefully. He circled her again, and then lifted her skirt with one hand to feel her pussy. "Well done, nice and smooth." He complimented, making her blush. "Sit, it's time to eat." And as if on cue, two men entered with plates and silverware, goblets, wine and dinner. She could tell it was chicken from the smell, and the wine was spiced, whatever it was. The men served chicken, potatoes and gravy, and then poured a goblet of wine for each of them. "Thank you." Said Blaine, and then men stood at either side of the door, ready to clear it out when they were done eating. "Before you eat, pet, you must thank your Master for the food He brings, and do the same when you are done." "Thank you." Violet said in irritation. Blaine raised an eyebrow. "...Master." "Good." He gestured for her to eat, and she began. The food was delicious, and the wine was spiced to perfection. Violet had finished before she realized it, and blinked at her empty plate in surprise. With the last sip of her wine, she said; "Thank you Master." He nodded with a smile. "Now," He gestured and the men cleared the dishes away. They left. "You are to undress for me now and put your outfit away. Then we will return to the dungeons for a time to punish you for your earlier actions." Violet bit her lip, but got up from the table and undressed, twisting her arms around to unlace the corset. Then, she hung the outfit back in the wardrobe and turned back to face him. "Good, assume the position." He said. Violet hesitated, then got to her knees with her hands at her sides. He looked at her, then pulled a pair of nipple clamps from the pocket of his pants. He sucked on her nipples until they were hard and then clamped them on. Violet screamed in agony; the pain was intense, and yet it also sent a surge of something else through her. Arousal. He grabbed the chain linking the clamps and used it to pull her to her feet. Violet stumbled, her ever move seeming to rip her nipples apart. He attached the leash to the nipple clamp chain and used it to lead her out of the room, closing the door behind him. "On your hands and knees, pet. I expect you to crawl and show your shame." She fell to her hands and knees without reluctance, crawling along after him so as not to result in him yanking the chain. Her nipples ached from the pain, and her pussy dripped fluid down her legs. Blaine led her down to the dungeon, slowing mercifully on the stairs so she could crawl awkwardly down them. Then, he fastened the leash to the bars while he prepared her torture. There was a suspension bar hanging from the ceiling that she hadn't noticed before. She unhooked the leash, leaving the nipple clamps, and lowered the bar to just a little above her head. "Put your arms up, pet." He said. Violet looked up at the high ceiling where the bar would come to rest and shook her head. Blaine took up the riding crop and hit her hard in the ass with it. Violet cried out and stumbled, the nipple clamps swaying. She put her hands over the clamps, close to tears. "Do those clamps hurt, pet?" He asked, concern in his voice. "Lets try different ones, shall we?" He unclipped the clamps and laid them on the table, coming with two new ones. Hanging from these clamps were what looked like four inch long iron pegs. He fastened them to her nipples and she felt the pain again. This time though, they felt surprisingly light-weight. "Now pet," He said, hitting her with the crop again, making her cry out. "Arms up." She put her arms above her head, and he spread them to the ends of the suspension bar. There were grooves in the bar there, big enough to hold a rope and keep it from sliding. While she held her arms there above his head, he tied her wrists securely to the bar. "Can you move your arms?" He asked. Violet tested this, tugging and yanking the bonds in every direction. With a grouchy sigh, she shook her head. "Good." He tugged the chain that linked through the hook in the ceiling and to the bar above her head. Violet felt herself being raised up. He stopped when she was about six inches from the ground, and fastened the chain to a pole in the ground. It held her quite securely. She struggled, twisting her legs this way and that until she could touch the pole behind her with her feet. "No no, pet. We aren't done." He said. Blaine took another bar, much like the other but a little longer, and put it behind her ankles. He tied one ankle to it, and then spread her legs apart to tie the other. Then, he used another chain to hook the bar to an eyebolt in the ground. It was just long enough to reach, and left her quite helpless and quite unable to move. She struggled, but it was no avail. Blaine stood back, admiring his handiwork. "You look beautiful up there, pet. So helpless. Now..." He moved behind her. The first blow surprised her and she jumped and gasped. He was beating her with the riding crop. "Thank you Master." She cried, surprising herself. She had not expected to comply with his orders. He struck her again, and again she thanked him. She counted twenty strikes, each one she thanked him for, though she was again crying by the end of it. Her back felt like raw meat, and she longed for freedom. "Now, pet, have you learned your lesson?" "Yes Master." She sobbed, her heart racing. "Good. On to the reward for being such a good girl today in obeying me." He traded the riding crop for the vibrator. He turned it on, and rubbed it up and down on her pussy. She shook and moaned, becoming wet again from the feeling. Then, he plunged it deep inside her and she cried out again, her body convulsing with the need to orgasm. Then, he took something else from the table, a three-inch long thing made of what looked like red beads. The end was flared out and flat. He used her juices to lubricate it, and then surprised her again by shoving it into her anus. Violet whimpered, horny and desperate to cum. Blaine stripped down, folding his clothes carefully and laying them aside, then took something else from the table and returned to her. Violet lost her attention on him when her body convulsed suddenly and she orgasmed, the vibrator and he pussy juices falling to the floor. Blaine looked at her in dismay. "I did not hear you ask permission for that one, pet." He said. "I'll have to punish you again." "No please!" Violet shrieked. "I'm sorry, please don't beat me again, I..." But she didn't get to finish. He backhanded her violently. "You will always address me properly, even when you are begging. And you are no longer an 'I'. You will address yourself as 'your pet' or simply 'pet'. Do you understand?" "Y...yes Master..." Violet whimpered. "pet understands." "Good. Now, I'm not going to beat you. The punishment will be different this time. Do you remember your last punishment?" "Yes Master." Violet said, her voice glum. She remembered the vibrator and chastity belt well. "Good." He said, shoving the vibrator back inside her and then locking the belt over it. "But it seems you need to learn this lesson hard, so we'll give you something else to focus on." He took the round things he had gotten from the table. Violet realized in horror that they were weights for the nipple clamps she wore. He unfastened the pins and put two weights on each nipple clamp. Her body writhed in an uncomfortable mixture of pain and pleasure. "I'll return in an hour. You had better not orgasm, or I may change my mind about beating you." And he left. Violet screamed in frustration. Her nipples ached, pulling her firm breasts down with the weight, and her clit was throbbing again. She wanted desperately to cum and to release her juice again, but the chastity belt was holding the vibrator firmly in place and it would bring her no relief. She resigned herself to deep breathing, focusing on not orgasming. It was going to be a very long hour. Violet Tears Ch. 03 The hour passed slowly, her body's continued torture making the minutes drag. At last, Blaine returned, bringing with him her salvation. She breathed heavily, the vibration in her pussy making her horny for him. "Well pet, have you learned a little self-control?" He asked her. Violet took another breath. "Yes Master, pet has learned." She replied. She didn't know it, but that was the moment she submitted to him. "Good." He removed the chastity belt. "Master is going to give you a gift now pet. Would you like that?" "Yes Master." She replied. She looked up at him. He was a foot taller than she on the ground, and she was only suspended six inches. He had returned undressed, just as he had left, and she looked down. It was amazing she had never noticed his cock before. It was quite substantial. She shivered, feeling the urge to beg for his cock. Instead, he undid her ankle and wrist restraints, taking her down. "Get on your knees there, pet." He ordered her. There was a raised shelf on the far wall, and she scrambled over to it, assuming the position. "Good girl." He praised. Then, he went to stand before her, and grabbed her hair, guiding her head toward his cock. Violet felt first a flash of disgust, and then a rebellious streak. It was time for her escape, she decided. She took his cock in and bit down hard, though not drawing blood. He screamed, and then pulled her head back and slapped her hard again. Once, twice, three times until her face was burning. She pulled against his grasp. "NEVER bite me, slave!" He roared. Violet whimpered. He slapped her pussy and she wailed. It stung so badly! "Never! This first offense will go unpunished, but rest assured that if it happens again, you will regret it." "Y...yes Master." She wept, her streak of rebelliousness faded. "Now, suck me, and DON'T bite." He ordered, pulling her head to his cock again. Whimpering slightly, Violet took the cock into her mouth all the way. It went down her throat some, because it was so long, but it didn't affect her. She had never been one to choke on things. In and out she pumped, sucking too. Blaine moaned with pleasure, his grip on her hair secure. She was highly aware of the plug in her ass and the vibrator in her pussy, but tried desperately not to cum. She sucked him faster. "Now pet," He said between heavy breaths. "I'm going to cum in your mouth, and like a good slave you are going to swallow it, do you understand me?" She nodded, not wanting to stop. Sucking his cock made her that much more horny, and she was driven on by a sudden desire to please him. He came suddenly, filling her mouth with warm, salty liquid. She wrinkled her nose in disgust for the taste, but forced herself to swallow. "There's my good pet." He said, his pleasure evident in his voice. "Now, would you like me to fuck you?" "Yes Master. Please fuck Your pet now." Violet begged, realizing she was desperate to feel his cock inside her. "Well, I can't, pet." He said. "I'm no longer hard. You have permission to give me an erection." Violet set to work at once, driven on by the vibrator in her pussy. She played with his balls and sucked on his cock until he was hard in her mouth again. She continued to suck until he told her to stop. "Turn around pet, on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck your ass, and then your pussy, and when I tell you to, you're going to orgasm." "Yes Master." Violet said, turning around and raising her ass for her Master to reach her. She felt him remove the ass plug and the vibrator, leaving her with a violent sense of longing. Then, he rubbed his hard cock up and down her slit, making her quake. Then, once he was wet with her juices, he shoved his dick abruptly into her asshole. She cried out, feeling pained at first, and then highly aroused. It felt so good to have his cock in her tight little hole, and even better to know that the tightness of her ass was bringing him additional pleasure. She moaned deeply, wanting to cum so badly, but not asking because she was waiting for his order. He fucked her asshole rapidly, making her body quiver. Then, he slowed down and removed his cock from her ass. "Did you like that, slave?" He asked. Violet nodded. "Yes Master. Pet loved it when Master fucked her ass." "Good, now I'll fuck your pussy. Raise your ass a little pet. Good girl." He said when she raised her ass higher. Then, without warning, he plunged his still-hard cock into her pussy. He fucked her for well over half an hour, his cock sliding in and out of her easily. She panted, aroused, and occasionally tightened her muscles around his cock to add to his pleasure. At last, he thrusted forward violently one last time and Violet felt him fill her with his cum. After his orgasm subsided, he pulled out. He replaced the vibrator against her clit, but not inside her. She felt her orgasm approach and she held it back, but only just. "Cum for me now, pet." "Yes Master!" She cried as her body exploded in an orgasm. She felt a mixture of his cum and her own spill out across the stone platform and down her legs. She shivered and moaned loudly, overtaken by her release. He removed the vibrator when she was done, and placed all the toys back in their places. Then, he undid the nipple clamps and placed those back as well. Her nipples were very sore, and very erect. She shivered in the sudden cold that came to her sweat-dampened skin. "Come along, Pet." He said. "Master will put you to bed. Crawl like a good girl." "Yes Master." She said, getting to her hands and knees and crawling ahead of him out of the dungeon. She lead him back up to her room and waited by the door where he let her in. Then, he waited for her to get into bed before tucking her snugly in and kissing her deeply. "Goodnight, Pet. Rest, for tomorrow I'm holding a party for my friends, and you are to be at my side." "Yes Master." She replied, rolling over and falling asleep at once. She was not even aware of him leaving, nor of him shutting the door and locking it. The next morning, Violet awoke late and rose to breakfast waiting on the table with a note. Pet, you have the day off. Do what you wish, but behave. I will see you this evening. She crumpled it and tossed it into the fire. Her obedience from last night had given way to a streak off irritation and rebellion. She hated Blaine for keeping her here, and she hated being a slave. But still, why was it that if she hated being his slave, she looked forward to his presence so much? Why was it that when they were together, she wanted nothing more than to please him and call him Master? She frowned at her reflection, wondering what had come over her. She bathed again, and then dressed in one of the skimpy little outfits in the wardrobe with disgust. Did he really intend to dress her this way when winter came on? She frowned at her reflection. She was a beautiful girl, youthful in the face, though it had nothing to do with being so young. Her eyes were large and her lips pouty. She had the curved figure of a temptress and her breasts left nothing to the imagination. She supposed she could see why Blaine enjoyed her so. Ugh. What a disgusting thought. She went to the window, examining the bars. They were barely wide enough to put her arm through. Perhaps if the threw a rock with a note into the forest beyond someone would find her? No, that was a silly thought. She had nowhere to go if she was rescued and besides, where was she going to find a rock in her room? Susan kept her company all day, though her lack of speech made communication difficult. Violet spent most of her hours doing a cross-stitch of a flying dove, with Blaine's castle far in the background. She intended to hang it as a tapestry so he could see that despite his many efforts at breaking her, she still wished for her freedom. Susan hid this cross stitch in the bottom of the wardrobe when Violet finished for the day; it was time to get ready for the party. Susan laid out a gown for her. It was red, cut low, the skirt short and transparent. The neckline scooped low enough to almost show her nipples, and when Susan tied it in the back, tightened her waist to the point of a corset. Her breasts were suddenly that much more visible. Violet blushed in her mutilation. She couldn't believe Blaine had the gall to think she was going to go into public like this! She fingered the collar around her neck, wishing she could take it off. Susan presented her with red heels to match her dress and Violet put them on, feeling worried. She had never walked in high heels before, and though they looked stunning, they made her feel very self-conscious. Susan did her hair after this, pinning half of it up in a bun with the other half hanging down. She curled what was hanging, and put glitter in it, making her appear a fairy or a vision. She looked at Susan uncertainly, who nodded her approval. Violet glanced at the clock. It was nearly seven o'clock. Blaine would be arriving any moment to take her down to the party. She sighed, forcing herself to sit down and wait for him. She didn't wait long. He entered moments later, carrying his leash and dressed to kill in a formal outfit. Violet felt her jaw fall. It was the first time she realized how handsome he was, and his accentuated his muscles were. She felt herself shiver, and immediately bowed her head respectfully. "Master looks wonderful." She said, blushing. Now she was irritated with herself, acting like a foolish little girl. "Thank you pet, you look ravishing yourself. Stand. Let your Master have a look at you." Violet hesitated, thinking of the heels, and then stood rather more gracefully than she had feared she would. Blaine circled her, running his hand over her breasts and she gave a shiver. "Lovely. Absolutely lovely. Susan, you may go. Tell the Mistress of the kitchens that you've earned extra this evening." Susan bowed and ran out, her desire to escape evident. "Well pet, are you ready for the party?" "Yes, Master." Violet replied, though she was not ready at all. "Good!" Blaine said with a grin. "Then let us go downstairs." He clipped the leash to the front of her collar and Violet made to crawl. "No no, pet." He said now. "You may walk. But do not speak unless spoken to. I will not have my pet making a fool of me." She followed him out the door and down the stairs, as the sound of music faded into her grandly decorated surroundings. It appeared that Blaine really knew how to throw a party. Hundreds of people stood around the room, all dressed in elegant attire. At a second glance, Violet realized with a flash of horror that half of the room was led by leash, just as she was. In another realization, she guessed that one of her sisters may be here somewhere. What would she do if she came across one of them? Would they try to escape together? She felt a surge of hope so strong she stopped walking and was only reminded to move when Blaine tugged irritably on the leash. Violet scowled, feeling like a dog. Blaine led her into the grand ballroom where they were immediately surrounded by people. Violet kept her head down to avoid punishment, but she used side glances to search for her sisters. There was no sign of them, yet. Blaine stopped here and there to talk to his friends, paying her no mind, though there were some that stopped with their own slaves to examine her. Violet saw one male slave on the leash of a haughty looking woman. He was wearing very little, and appeared to have been severely beaten recently. He did not appear to notice her at all. She shivered, glad she had not earned such punishment for display this evening. But she was going to. Across the room she glimpsed her, first. When she saw her, she thought she was seeing things. Could her sister really be just mere feet away? She took a closer look. The girl was tall with cascading red hair and a pretty face. Violet's heart skipped a beat, and before she could stop herself, she cried out. "Willow!" Her sister looked up, and so did Blaine. Unfortunately, these were not the only occurrences. At the sight and sound of a slave speaking, the entire room had gone dead silent. But fortunately, Willow's spirit had not been entirely broken. At the calling from Violet, she had cried out too. The man holding her leash looked absolutely horrified. "Willow! You're here!" Violet cried. She unclipped the leash and ran for her sister. But she hadn't taken five steps before electrical surges took her down. She hit the floor, giving herself a nosebleed. Willow's Master did not appear to have such devices in her collar; she had unclipped her own leash and landed on her knees next to Violet. "Violet, dear sister..." She said, brushing back Violets hair tenderly. "Father sold you, too?" But Violet could not respond, there were still horrible waves of electricity crashing through her. She shook from head to toe, her heart racing. "Stop that you horrid man!" Willow shouted at Blaine. "She's not even breathing!" The currents stopped, and Violet saw in horror that Willow had been drug away by her Master. She was kicking as well as screaming, and her Master seemed to want to save his reputation before things got any worse. Violet was not so lucky. Blaine grabbed her by her hair without speaking and dragged her angrily across the room through the parting crowd. They were all watching her with scorn, even the beaten man, who shook his head at her disobedience. Blaine had set up what looked like a stock in the ballroom. He shoved her to her hands and knees, putting her arms and head through the holes. Then he brought down the top and locked it. It was set up in such a way that her head rested up, her chin supported on a rest beneath it. She couldn't move her head, and tried using her feet to struggle out. She believed she would succeed until he chained her legs to the floor. "Honored guests!" He called jovially to the crowd. "My slave has been most disobedient. I assure you she shall be punished, but for now, she is here to pleasure You! Please, step forward and let her tongue bring you to orgasm. I can assure you she is worth every cent I paid for her." The crowd oohed in delight. "No! Master, please!" Violet wept. "Silence, slave. You dishonor me. Tonight I will punish you but for now, you will be grateful for each Master or Mistress that comes to you. You will thank each accordingly and when they have gone, you will suffer for your actions." He wandered off, giving way immediately to another man with his slave on her knees. He dropped his pants and shoved his hard cock into Violet's mouth. She nearly threw up. He was not as clean nor as well tended as Blaine, and the taste was vile. She tried to ignore it as she sucked on his cock. He fucked her face rapidly, moaning loudly, and then he came in her mouth. Violet shivered and swallowed. "Thank you, sir." She said. He pulled his trousers up with a grin and wandered off with his slave. She could hear him congratulating Blaine on the talents of his slave from across the room. After him came two more, and then a woman. Violet hesitated at this. She had never pleased a woman. This Mistress did not have a slave of her own. She lifted her skirts, under which she wore no panties, to reveal a smooth and clean pussy. Violet shivered in arousal. "I'll guide you." She said gently, pushing her pussy against Violet's face. Violet has an idea of what to do, though. She used her tongue to fuck the woman's hole, and sucked on her clit eagerly. The taste was magical, and she could see why men liked it so much. The woman moaned, pressing into Violet's tongue eagerly, and then she orgasmed. It was a violet orgasm, and she came all over Violet's face. Violet drank up what she could, enjoying the taste like it were wine, and the rest dripped off her face in a humiliating manner. Through the night this happened over and over, until the crowd dissipated due to the lateness of the hour. Finally, when the last of them wandered out the front door, Blaine approached her, looking angry still. "Come pet, it's time for you to pay for what you've done." Violet Tears Ch. 04 Violet was dragged, in her humiliated state, from the party, tears rolling down her face. Of her sister, there was no sign, and she felt sure that Willow's Master would undoubtedly punish her severely for her benevolance. They did not return to the bedroom, but rather turned toward the dungeons. When they passed a maid in the hall, Blaine ordered her to strip, and she did. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the maid folding the clothing neatly before carrying it off down the hall. His cold gaze was upon her, and she blushed, falling immediately to all fours. "Well at least my little bitch has not ENTIRELY forgotten her place," Her Master snapped, and yanked upon the leash, bidding her to follow. Violet crawled after him, crying harder now. Why had she been so stupid? Above all, she needed to remember that her old life was passed. Willow was not her sister, but another nameless slave in a crowd of many. These thoughts, though she expected them to hurt her, seemed to make her feel more secure as she hurried after him. But she was suddenly aware of the rattle of the chain leash, the harshly woven carpeting digging at her knees, and her lowly position. It turned out the Castle had several smaller dungeons in addition to the large one. Into a smaller one was where Blaine led his disobedient slut. He closed and locked the wooden door behind them, which Violet scarcely noticed for glancing around in horror. Despite the modest size of the room, it held many pieces of furniture, as well as walls lined with various torture devices. This, she realized, was where she would TRULY pay for her outburst at the party. The taste of cum on her lips would have been a delightful end, compared to the looming equipment before her. The most impressive of these items was what appeared to be a carved wooden horse. It seemed immobile, and in the saddle were carved two penises, sticking upright. Violet felt herself swallow. She was terrified of this device, and to her horror, that was exactly where he led her first. He paused to oil the wood, and then lifted her, setting her atop it. The double penises penetrated as harshly as knives, both being impressively large. She sobbed and wept, but he wasn't done with her, yet. He put a gag in her mouth, so large that it stretched her jaw painfully. Then she was blindfolded, and her arms were bound, forearm to forearm, just beneath her shoulderblades. Just when she began to squirm, he pulled her legs up and tied them securely to the wooden horse. And then, all at once, as if by magic, the wood beast was moving. A whirring sound accompanied these motions, and Violet found herself being soundly fucked by a machine. She released a terrible whimper, but was unable to squirm. Meanwhile, Blaine had another "treat" in store for her. As she rode the wooden horse, he began toying with her nipples, causing her to whine even more behind the gag. And then, there was a searing pain, as some sort of scorching liquid was poured over each of her nipples in turn. It took her a long moment to realize it was wax, and she only realized that as it cooled and hardened, making her highly aware of the sensations there. But the movement of the horse never seemed to cease, and upon his command, she found herself cumming again and again, until her body would have slumped over frome exhaustion. It was then, and only then, that he untied her, and removed the blindfold. He bent her over a narrow, padded sawhorse, and bound her legs and arms spread. The blood began rushing immediately to her head, her hair falling in every direction. She tried to strain her neck to see what he was doing, but couldn't. Finally she heard the unmistakable sound of a flogger being snapped through the air. He came before her, and knealt down, so that she could see it. It was a wicked device, made of hard, thick leather, with sharp metal barbs at the end of each strand. It would cut her, she knew, and cut her well. Her wide, tear filled eyes met his face and she pleased with him wordlessly to have mercy on her. But there was no safe ground here, she had to pay the price. He was behind her again, and suddenly, her skin was torn as the harsh metal teeth swiped her. She screamed, loud, and more tears burst forth, causing her to writhe on the sawhorse. The damn thing refused to move, or let her move from his reach, and he struck her again. The second was harder, and the third harder than that. Soon, she could feel little lines of blood dripping. Not serious wounds, just enough to make her bleed the tiniest bit. He struck her so many times she lost count, and eventually, her ass and thighs felt like ground meat. She was draped there, sobbing like a child...and still...his punishment was not over. But at least he put the flogger away. But she was soon wondering if that might have been better. He pulled from a shelf a vial of silvery liquid. Violet peered at it curiously through her tears, and Blaine seemed to hum merrily to himself. He placed some of the liquid on a cloth and began to rub it into her welts and wounds. At first, it was soothing, making her breathe a sigh of relief. And then...it was as though a thousand ants were crawling across her. It itched, and burned, and she tossed about, screaming. Blaine chuckled, "Dragon Scale potion...the worst thing you can do to soothe a wound...it does the exact opposite," He sat the vial aside as she writhed, her heart pounding, now. She began to beg him behind the gag, though she knew that he couldn't make out a single word of it. The burning went on, even as he untied her from the sawhorse and chained her arms above her head. He bound her in a way that she hung several inches off the ground, and then put a long metal bar between her ankles. After this, he took a large, ridged device, one of the ones that vibrated, and shoved it deep into her pussy. Violet heard herself moan like a whore, and she shivered. Secondly, he put a phallus into her ass, filling her completely. If there was any chance of them slipping out, he ruined this, as well. For over both, he secured a leather chastity belt, which held them firmly in place. She could feel her arousal already building, and she whimpered at him. He raised an eyebrow, and patted her burning ass. "A night will give you time to reflect. The Dragon Scale potion...MIGHT have worn off by then," And with that, he was gone with his torch, and she was left in darkness. The orgasms crashed over her through the night, each one stronger and more vivid than the last. No light penetrated the tiny room, and it felt to Violet as though she were wrapped in a cacoon of arousal. The horror of it was that she enjoyed it. The sting of her welts, the orgasms, the feel of the chastity belt and the bindings. This, she knew, was where she belonged. When Blaine returned the next morning, and unbound her, she fell at once to her hands and knees and pressed her forehead to the floor. With the ball-gag now removed, she spoke. "Please Master, your little slave has learned her lesson...she belongs to you, Master. She is your pet, your slut, and your obedient whore," Blaine seemed impressed that the punishment had had such a good effect on her. He reached down and gently ran his fingers through her hair. "Such a good little bitch," He said, and Violet found herself filled with pride. "Come...you're in need of a bath...and then I shall have more fun with you. It's time for your next set of lessons."