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The Procurist Ch. 01

By: littlemsmisery



"So, any questions? Concerns?" The man across from her asked; a hint of a smile pulling up the corners of his finely made mouth. Corrine took a steady breath although her heart was fluttering wildly. They were in an elegantly furnished "sitting room." He was every inch the master of the house. He was completely relaxed, confident, at ease. She was terrified but too proud to let it show. 

Really the arrangement should have been a no-brainer. She would live with him in what she considered to be a mansion for four years. In return, he would pay for her college degree, set her up with a healthy stock portfolio and upon completion give her a new car and $100,000 cash. The sticking point? 

She would have to do everything he said. Everything. 

"What type of work do you want me to do?"

"You are a smart girl. What does every man want? A beautiful young woman at his beck and call, bound to obey his every command. Quite simply put, you would be a sex slave." He said this as casually as if he were explaining her role as a receptionist.

"Wh-what? Are you kidding?" She knew he wasn't and he didn't waste words with an answer. She refused to become her mother. Corrine had spent her childhood watching her mother stumble home at dawn after fucking random strangers for money and swore to be more than that. 

"No. Thank you for the offer, but ... no." She stood and grabbed her purse, readying to leave. 

He said nothing as he stood and walked to a low bar in the rear of the room. She hesitated, expecting him to stop her or at least offer to call for the driver that had brought her here. He grabbed a short fat glass and poured about 3 fingers of an amber brown liquid. He turned to face her and leaned back onto the bar as he took a deep drink; crossing one ankle over the other. His suit jacket spread open revealing more of his crisp white shirt.

"I know you don't want to be like your mother." He said.

Hot anger flooded Corrine at the embarrassment of this stranger knowing about her mother. "You know NOTHING about me. And even less about my mother."

"Oh I know more than you'd think." He replied as he sat back down in the leather armchair. 

"You graduated early, with honors at age 17. You immediately moved from the city to attend college full time while working third shift at a gas station. Your hours were cut so you couldn't afford to continue with school and dropped out at the beginning of this past semester, I'm betting to look for more work to save to go back to school next fall. But the owner of the gas station's brother just moved here from Iran so he had to let you go. I know you have$17.32 in your bank account and that your rent will be past due in," He paused to look at the ornate watch on his wrist, "3 hours. I know you have to go to the free store for food. I know you're hungry."

She stood in the entryway, stunned. How did he know this much about her? Had he been following her?She hated that he knew she was starving.

"Corrine, sit." 

She complied but only out of curiosity. "This is an opportunity to put you on a path to greatness. To stop the fight for simple rights like education and food. How is giving four years of your life in this physical service for money and a degree any different than a young man committing to four years of physical service in the military to have his schooling paid for? He would have to live wherever they told him, obey their commands and potentially give his life for a cause that he may not even care about. But at the end of those four years, he will be free and better off. As will you."

"But- me? I'm hardly built like some sex kitten. Why me?"

He shrugged and that sly smile crept back up onto his face as he said, "I enjoy taking on risky investments."

Corrine cleared her throat and tried to match his relaxed posture. 

"What happens if I want to leave before the four years are up?" she asked. 

His bright blue eyes held her gaze steadily and she fought the urge to squirm under the intense ice blue of his eyes. He didn't even blink when he said, "Well, the repercussions would be dire. This is a contract and will be treated as such. I have powerful friends. Friends in high places that owe me. Suffice it to say that I could make your life even worse than it already is. I don't take this arrangement lightly and neither should you. You do, after all, stand to gain the most from this... opportunity."

He was right. This stranger - this rich mysterious stranger- could set her on a path to a better life. She should take what he offered. Corrine swallowed the lump in her throat and grabbed the pen lying between them, squeezing it tightly as she reread the paper before her.

"I will do everything you command of me with no limitations or restrictions for a period of time no shorter than four years or until such time that I have received a degree from a university of my choosing in any field I desire. You may not command me to stay longer than the agreed upon period or manipulate a situation to where that would be the outcome."

Line after line of tiny text filled the paper, outlining her payment in legalize but she couldn't focus on it. 

She put the pen to the space where her signature belonged and prepared to sign her freedom away. "W-wait," She stuttered, "I don't know anything about you. What's your name? What do you do?" Her mind was racing. What were the catches? What wasn't she seeing? Her breathing came faster as her mothers voice flooded her ears, 'No such thing as a free ride, babygirl.' 

A cold sweat started to bead on Corrine's forehead. What if he killed her? 

He watched her as the panic set in, her breath coming in short fast gasps and the small hand that was clutching his Pierre Cardin was visually shaking, the knuckles white. Suddenly, she dropped the heavy pen and started to rifle through the worn purse at her side. "I-I ... I gotta go. Now. " But instead, she stayed seated, one hand frantically searching in her bag, and the other grasping and rubbing at her throat. She was making a soft whimpering noise and her pale face was fading before him to an even pastier white. He knew she was on the verge of having a severe panic attack. He leaned forward, "Corrine." 

Her head jerked up at the sound of his voice and she stilled. "Wh-what?"

"Maybe I can help you find what you're looking for," He offered. 

She looked at him and he seemed genuine; like she could trust him. He reached for the hand at her throat and cradled it in his much larger hand. He was so warm. "You're alright, babygirl."

The pet name immediately returned her to her senses and brought her back to the crisis at hand. She snatched her hand from his warm grasp and started digging for her pills again. "Thank you, but I-I can manage. "

He pushed back his chair and rose to his full height, dwarfing her in his shadow. He was easily 6'7 or 6'8". He sidestepped the small table between them and turned her chair towards him in one fast motion, sending her purse and it's contents spilling out onto the floor. She let out a short cry and dropped to the Aubusson on her hands and knees. He reached under her and swooped her up in one arm and grabbed a bottle of pills with the other hand. He sat her back down in her chair and knelt before her. "Is this what you need?" She nodded, tears flooding her eyes and threatening to spill over.

Corrine took the pill from his outstretched hand and immediately felt awash with relief. Just the sight of them and the chalky bitter taste on her tongue did much to sooth her. These anxiety attacks had been happening for about the last six months with increasing occurrences and severity. He took his hand and placed it on the back of her head, firmly pushing her head down toward her knees. She let him guide her and focused instead on her breathing. She didn't notice as he called for the man that had picked her up and driven her here to his home. What did he say his name was? She couldn't remember.

'Deep breath in. Slow breath out. Deep breath in. Slow breath out.' Her mental mantra was all she could think of.

He gently eased her back upright as her breathing began to return to normal and handed her a glass of cold water. She took a sip, then a gulp - all pride melting away for a minute as she found comfort in the cool liquid. She set the empty glass down on the table and there was the driver, Mr. B with a whole pitcher, filling it back up. He set the pitcher on a rolling cart and left it behind before leaving himself.

"How are you feeling?" The master of the house asked as he returned to his seat.

"Much better, thank you."

"Are you ready for me to address your concerns?" she nodded and set the half empty glass on the table.

"A man in my line of work can't afford to divulge his name readily in the event that you would decide not to take advantage of this opportunity and make this business of mine public," He pointed to the glass, "I want you to drink all of that." His voice sounded ... different. More stern, but not angry. She fought the urge to immediately pick up the glass and drain it, not wanting to embarrass herself more than she already had with her panic attack. After a moment of silence lingered between them, she realized he was waiting for her to finish it before he continued. Her cheeks flushed hot red as she picked up the cup and drank. She felt like a little girl that had made a scene for attention and was being forced to cool down. The silence in the room seemed to echo each swallow. The moment the glass was empty and she had put it down, he continued as if someone had just released the pause button. 

"For now, if you wish to go further that is, you will call me Sir. Not master, not Mr, just Sir. You will always address other men as Mr or sir." he steepled his fingers under his chin and absently stroked the hint of a 5 o clock shadow. 

"As for my occupation, I am a procurer of... sexual fantasy. You may learn more about exactly who I am and what I do at a later date and time when I feel that I can trust you- or you may never know, even if I trust you with every fiber of my being. It all depends."

"On what?" Corrine asked. 

He turned his fingers so that they pointed to her. "You. Whatever is best for you. That will remain my top priority while you are in service here. To be mindful of your best interest. You will have a complete physical and all of your medical needs met. You will be in the best shape of your life by the time you leave here. I am tough. There will be pain but also pleasure. Tears but also with laughter. Most of the girls I've offered this to have loved their time here and begged to stay longer. Those that didn't love it as much left very much alive and with all of the same benefits promised to you." 

She felt a sting of jealousy that other girls had come before her. Or was it humiliation that she thought that she was special and the only one he had offered this too? She eyed the pen, then let her eyes roam over him. He was tall. Viking tall. His blonde hair was cut so that it hung near the tops of his cheekbones and was just slightly shorter in the back. His skin was golden and he seemed to radiate health. He was lean and filled out his finely tailored clothes perfectly. He looked to be in his early thirties. His most striking feature were his eyes. Corrine had never seen eyes that bright. The blue seemed to almost glow. She could feel his gaze on her as palpable as fingers running over her skin. Could she trust him? She had to.

She picked up the pen and quickly scribbled her name.

"Very good." The man (or Sir as she'd been directed to address him as) said. He leaned forward to collect the contract and dialed something into the cellphone at his side. "I am going to have the Doctor come over to give you a physical before we go any further. Just to be sure I will be completely happy with my acquisition."

"But it's so late. I was hoping to get a showe-" He held up his hand to silence her. "From this point, you will not speak unless told to respond to a question." Mr. B reappeared to collect the contract. "Corrine, please hand over your purse, shoes, and any jewelry you may have to Mr. B." When she didn't immediately obey he added, " He will take good care of it, I assure you."

"But-"

"Have you forgotten what I just said?" His voice was softer now than it had been and it was this tone that made Corrine shake. "You may not speak unless in answer to a direct question. However, I will not hold this outburst against you. This will be your only free pass." 

The idea of her medicine being out of reach nearly sent her into another attack. Words started to fall from her lips uncontrollably. "But I need my medication. I'll suffocate. I could really die! You don't know what you're doing to me! Please just let me carry my medicine. I promis-" Abruptly his hand shot up to cover her mouth and he had spun her around so that he was behind her. "Mr. B," that was all he had to say.

Mr. B pulled a ballgag with a big red ball from his pocket and handed it to Sir. "Now be a good girl and open," Sir commanded. Corrine shook her head and struggled to pull from his grasp. In response, he pressed his thumb and forefinger into the sides of her mouth, forcing her teeth apart and shoved the ball in. During the struggle, Mr. B retrieved a length of twine and assisted Sir in holding her still while he tied her hands behind her back. She fought wildly to get free and started kicking when Sir picked her up and forced her from the room towards her destiny.

"I will carry your medication with me, but keep in mind I will only administer it in an extreme situation so I advise you to find a way to calm yourself." He said as he carried her. The house was bigger than she originally thought. The ceilings were taller than any other she had ever been under, except for public buildings like a museum. And that was what this place reminded her of. Beautiful artwork covered the stately walls and big white statues seemed to occupy every nook and cranny. The passed a formal dining room and he carried her through a giant kitchen, finally stopping to open what she realized to be a cellar door.

The sudden dark space below and rush of cold air froze Corrine's struggles. She was terribly afraid of the dark, but he took the stairs into the blind darkness as confidently as he had carried himself the entire evening."Einschalten," he said and the lights came on with the characteristic flicker of fluorescent lighting. Before she could take notice of whatever language he was speaking or what it was he said, her eyes fell to the bizarre set up the hesitant light had revealed. 

The space was huge and must have run the entire length of the house. There were hooks and pulleys hanging from the ceiling at various spots and what appeared to be a bird cage big enough to hold a large animal or even a person. The thought of being locked in that cage sent her body into shivers. The left side was covered with gleaming black tiles all the way around to the middle of the rear wall. In the tiled corner there was what she could only describe as a big empty aquarium on wheels standing over a large drain in the floor. There were two spigots on the wall and a length of black hosing coiled there. A pair of sea-foam green swinging doors with small windows were centered on the back wall. To the right of the doors, the wall was lined in metal sheeting with more eye hooks and pulleys attached. A single wooden chair sat in front of what she had just mentally dubbed, "The Wall." There was a large black metal cabinet and rows of drawers. Her mind raced as to what atrocities lay nestled in the drawers. 

She had never before seen or even dreamt up a nightmarish sight such as this. Sir set her down on the concrete floor and grabbed her arm firmly; leading her through the different contraptions and to the swinging doors. Glass cabinets covered the back wall, filled with vials, syringes and other medical equipment. If she had not just taken her medication, she would have collapsed in panic at the sight. He pulled a long sheet of paper from the top of the table to the edge where he gestured and said simply, "sit." She tried to, but the table was set so high up that without the use of her hands to push her body up, she couldn't reach it without a stepstool. 

Sir watched her struggle and smirked at her pride. Instead of looking to him for help, her big green eyes searched for a step. Then she tried backing up to it on her tippy toes to no avail. He picked her up by the waist and set her up onto the table as easy as if she were a child. He was intrigued. This girl had fire. One of his clients that ran a local free store had seen her and wanted her for himself. So Sir had tracked her down and made the offer. He could tell that she would be a challenge, but the best slaves always were. 

He took a seat in a hard blue plastic chair next to the exam table to await the Doctor's arrival and watched his newest acquisition. She had long, straight jet-black hair that hung to about the middle of her back. Her skin was the color of porcelain and just as smooth. She wore very little makeup. Just a touch of mascara and some lip gloss but that was enough. She had a young fresh beauty; he wouldn't have believed she was 18 if he hadn't seen her birth certificate himself. Yes, he would enjoy breaking this one.

The Procurist Ch. 02



(For background information, please read part 1)

His phone vibrated at his side, signaling the Doctor's arrival and he entered the code to buzz him down into the cellar. The Doctor was a well established client of his and close friend and had served him in this manner frequently. He had to be sure the girls were in the best shape. As for Corrine, the panic was something that would bring her market price down and therefore had to be worked through. The Doctor pushed though the doors and crossed to him immediately. "Hello, Sir." the Doctor said with a warm smile and a handshake.

"Hello yourself, Doc. How have you been?"

"Pretty good to tell you the truth." The Doctor looked to be about 50 or so and had a head full of thick white curls. He wore typical wire-rim doctor glasses, but wore a tux. His cheeks were a rosy red and his nose wore a matching shade. "Ah, into the gin already?" Sir asked with a smile and looked down at his watch, "I wanted to catch you before the show started ... but we had an incident."

"Oh that's perfectly all right. You know how she loves her opera. I was only about a low-ball deep anyway. I can't sit through that without it."

Sir went to Corrine and started to remove her ballgag. "You will remember this time not to speak unless in answer to a direct question from myself or the Doctor. He is an esteemed guest in my home and will be treated as such. You will call him Doctor." He pulled the ballgag out and put it on the little metal tray next to the table, then removed the prickly twine from her wrists. "Remove your clothing," He commanded as he tossed the twine into the red biohazard bin and sat back down in his chair. She opened her mouth to speak, but remembered her lesson from earlier and remained silent. The Doctor was rustling through the cabinets and pulling on a white coat with a pin that simply said, "Doctor". She tried pleading with her eyes, first to Sir but he continued to watch her with seeming disinterest in her plight. Surely the Doctor would intervene.

The Doctor came over and put his index finger under her chin so he could look directly into her eyes. "You're alright, dear. Go ahead and get undressed so we can do a quick look-see to be sure all is well." He took her hand and helped her from the table. She looked down at the floor and fought the tears that came. Her hands shook so much that she could barely unbutton her shirt. She couldn't bare to look at Sir or the Doctor and focused on her shoes as she slid her simple shirt down her arms and let it drop to the floor. She wore a plain white bra. Her breasts were small, only an A cup, so she never invested in nice bras. She fumbled with her belt buckle. She had lost some weight recently and her jeans fell to the floor in a rush as soon as the button was free. Corrine wasn't able to take off her shoes in the sitting room, so now she had to squat down awkwardly to untie them with her pants around her ankles. She fell backwards onto her butt and her skin hitting the tile made a soft slap sound. Sir let out a soft sigh of exasperation and looked to the Doctor as she finished removing her sneakers. "Sorry Doc, I didn't realize this would be such a production."

Tears poured over Corrine's cheeks as she stood up and shivered. She tried to cover herself as best she could. She was humiliated that two men she didn't know saw her in such a state. She was ashamed of her plain bra and simple pink cotton panties. "Is that undressed?" Sir asked her pointedly and stood. She shook her head and wiped her silent tears away. "Get. Undressed." He didn't raise his voice, he just stood there with his arms crossed and looking ... dangerous. She unbuckled her bra and slid it off. The cold in the cellar had turned her tiny pink nipples into small pointed peaks. She reached down and slid her panties down and off. She had trimmed her "down there" yesterday and left just a small patch of black curly hair down the middle. She wrapped her arms around her, strategically placing them for modesty.

Sir sat down and let the Doctor take over. "Very well. Go ahead and stand on the scale and we'll get your measurements. She walked over and stood as directed. He pulled a metal piece up from the back of the scale stand and lowered it onto her head. "Four feet, ten inches and ... 92pounds. Hm, how old are you, dear?"

"Eighteen." Corrine replied softly. "I'm sorry, dear, what was that?" She cleared her throat and spoke up, "Eighteen ... Doctor." He made a quick note on his clipboard, then helped her back up onto the table. She crossed her legs and still covered her breasts as best she could. "Well, I suppose you could still grow, but you are very small for your age. Did you have an serious illnesses as a child or anything else that could attribute to your size? Do you know if your mother had any issues while carrying you?"

"She smoked while she was pregnant and I was born early. I've always been small but I've never been really sick, Doctor." He made a series of slashes on the clipboard.

"Do you smoke? Drink?" He asked, peering at her over the rim of his glasses.

"No, Doctor."

"Open wide for me and let me take a look in your mouth." Corrine followed each of his directions without incident but still covered herself at every opportunity.

Sir watched intently. She was beautiful. Her torso was long and lean beneath her small breasts and her nipples matched the pink of her rounded lips perfectly. Her hipbones stuck out just a hint and had legs so thin that the thighs did not touch. She had delicate ankles and not a single tattoo or piercing marring her perfect skin anywhere that he could see. Corrine was a clean slate. Clay ready for shaping. He hadn't felt this level of anticipation in quite a while. The doctor wrapped a tourniquet around the top of her arm and drew a few tubes of blood that would be tested for everything. The girls he supplied had to be in pristine health.

Corrine felt relieved as the Doctor put away his stethoscope, but then he rolled the metal tray over to a cabinet and pulled more utensils out. "Alright dear, lay back and we'll do the pelvic exam."

"What? -"

"Corrine!" Sir said sharply. "That will be another punishment. Do as the Doctor says and keep your mouth closed." The Doctor pulled hidden stirrups out of the exam table and switched on the overhead light. He placed his hand on her trembling shoulder and gently pushed her back so she was laying flat. "Have you ever had a pelvic exam?" The Doctor asked her.

"No," she replied shakily.

"No, what?" Sir interjected from his seat.

"No, Doctor."

"That is another punishment."

Tears poured silently down the sides of her face and into her ears. She felt the Doctor's fingers spreading her netherlips wide and cringed at the invasion. "Hm." He said simply. "What? What is it?" Sir asked as he joined the Doctor.

"It appears that she is aroused." Corrine heard this and snapped her knees together and sat straight up.

"No I am not!" She yelled. "This is bullshit. I'm out of here." She said and as she hopped up off the table.

"Sit down." Sir said simply.

"Fuck you." Corrine spat. She felt the sting of his slap across her face before she actually realized that she had indeed been struck. The blow caught her by surprise, sending her tumbling to the floor. She cradled the left side of her face and could feel the blood pulsing there beneath the surface. The rush of red quickly bloomed into a full handprint covering almost her whole face. Sir picked her up and dropped her back on the table.

Sir should have been furious. Even the most base creature would have learned her lesson by now. She had signed the paper. She was now bound. To him. He was not furious, however. After seeing her and her wet pussy and the way his handprint looked so right on her pale skin – could he really hand her over to his client? Only time would tell. But as she looked up at him from the table with her green eyes on fire, he wasn't sure he could.

He nodded to the doctor and each grabbed an arm and secured it to the table with thick leather straps. Corrine began kicking and screaming. "Heeeeelp! Someone help me! Mr. B!"

The doctor pulled another strap over her chest and pulled it tight so she was pinned down. Sir got the ballgag from the table and pressed his thumb and finger into the sides of her mouth again. When the pain of her skin biting into her teeth became too much, she had no choice but to release her jaw. He pushed the gag back in and tied it. She continued to scream around the gag and was drooling all over herself. The doctor went to a cabinet and got out two rolls of stretchy bandage. Sir held one leg while the Doctor bent the other at the knee and started wrapping it tightly with the bandage, binding her calf to her thigh so she couldn't extend her leg. He did the same with the other.

The Doctor took a second to catch his breath and sat back down on his rolling stool positioned directly in front of her now freely exposed vagina. Sir was holding her thighs open as far as they would go. "Now, as I already stated, she is in a state of arousal. Even more so now than before." Corrine struggled to no avail and was making unintelligible noises from behind her gag. "I suppose I have a dirty whore in my care now." Sir mused aloud. "Who is going to want her?"

"Maybe you could offer her at a discount rate. She is young, her pussy looks fresh as a daisy. Even if she is dripping all over my table." The doctor said as he ran a gloved finger up and down her lips, just barely teasing her clitoris.

Corrine heard their comments and it stilled her movements. 'A whore? Is that what he thinks I am? No, I am nothing like my mother.' But she knew the truth. She could feel the tension building in her lower belly, but the doctor's soft touches weren't enough. She had to get closer. She attempted to thrust her pussy up into his hand but was so tightly bound, she couldn't move. "Did you see that, Sir?" The Doctor asked.

'Oh my God, I am a dirty whore.' she thought to herself. She had spent all of her years thinking she was better than her prostitute mother, but really she was nothing but a carbon copy. Selling her body to strangers for money. At least her mother hated it. Corrine could hear her crying sometimes. And here was Corrine thrusting up into this strange man's hand.

"She got her pussy juice all over my hand." The doctor held up his hand to show Sir.

"So wipe it off." Sir said. Corrine felt so broken. They knew. They could see the true whore that she was. The Doctor stood and wiped his glove on her face. She could feel the warm wetness that just came from her pussy drying on her skin. The sobs she had so artfully held back earlier burst out from behind the gag.

The doctor was seated again and spread her pussy back open. Sir looked on and could see the honey dripping from her young pussy. "My, my. What a mess this whore is making all over your table Doctor. I'm so embarrassed. That is disgusting." He said.

"That's ok. Hopefully she'll clean up a little and be up to standards for her next checkup. This pubic hair is just awful." Corrine couldn't stop from swiveling her hips, she was growing desperate for release.

Sir watched Corrine get lost in her need to cum. Of course he was turned on by this whole charade. So, Corrine got off on humiliation. Well, he was certainly ready to supply. That was his favorite fetish and one that he had a tough time having serviced. Most of the girls he had trained in the past hated humiliation training and found no pleasure in it. Which is why he didn't have his own permanent personal slave. He maintained to clients and friends that he needed a change and liked to spice it up with all of the different women that he trained, but in reality he just hadn't found the one.

The Doctor spread her pussy and began to push his finger deep into her- but stopped suddenly. He looked to Sir, but spoke to Corrine. "How many sexual partners have you had?" She attempted to reply, but only succeeded in drooling on herself even more. "She's a virgin." The doctor said, stunned.

"What?" Sir asked, "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Would you like to feel for yourself?"

"No. You know I trust you. I'm just ... I was unaware." Sir sounded uncharacteristically surprised.

"Well, I suppose I won't do the pap smear after all. I mean, there is really no need."

"Right. No ... yeah, that's fine I mean." Sir released her knees and the doctor stood and stretched.

Corrine snapped her legs together and tried to hide her embarrassing arousal. "Thank you, Doc. When can I expect the results from that blood test back?"

"Between 24-48 hours. I'll be sure to send em right over." The Doctor slipped off his white coat and hung it on a hook on the wall. "I'll just show myself out."

"Let me walk you out. You'll need my pass to leave the cellar then B will let you out the front entrance." Sir slipped his hand around the Docs shoulders and led him up and out of the basement. The Doctor never even turned back to acknowledge Corrine, which really showed her where she stood.

The cellar was absolutely silent. But left all alone, secured to that table, the silence seemed to swell and was almost unbearable. She had no idea how long he was gone, but it felt like forever. There were no clocks; nothing to monitor the time by. She couldn't feel her toes from the tight bondage and she really had to use the bathroom. She didn't think she could handle this. She had to find a way out. She struggled, but was strapped too tight. She knew her pain and humiliation hadn't even really begun – but they would when he returned.



The Procurist Ch. 03



(For additional background information, please read parts 1 & 2) 

When Sir finally returned, he simply stood at the end of the exam table with a hand in his pocket and the other holding a short, fat, glass of what she assumed to be liquor of some sort. He stepped closer and took a deep swig from the glass. "Spread your legs." He commanded with a voice made husky from the drink. She shook her head no and clenched her knees together as tight as she could. He nodded and started to walk in a slow circle around her and the table. "That will be an additional punishment." He was behind her and she couldn't see what he was doing. She could hear him set down his glass and open a drawer or cabinet.

He removed the thick leather strap around her left wrist and quickly bound it with a few loops of thick rope. He removed the strap on her right wrist, but bound that with the rope before she could get free. He said nothing as he removed the last strap across her chest, then looped his arm through hers and picked her up easily. He carried her out through the double doors and to "The Wall."

Corrine was dropped to the floor and watched with wide eyes as he pulled down a thick chain and attached a wooden bar, like a trapeze, to it. He went to a drawer and pulled out another length of the thick rope and lazily made his way to her. She tried to hobble away on her bound knees, hands behind her back, but the floor was made of a bumpy concrete that bit into her skin. Without her arms to catch her, she fell face down.

He stood over her prone body and ran the end of the rope up and down her back and ass.

"I can see you shivering from here. You know, you are in some serious trouble. I owe you quite a bit of punishment. We had better get started."

He squatted over her and pulled her elbows together, pulling them tight and binding them with the rope. He grabbed the wooden bar and pulled it down further so it could catch under the hook shape that her bound arms made. Then he took the long end of the rope and tied that to her wrists. He stood and went to a panel of ratchet levers on the wall and started to ratchet the chain higher, pulling her body upright.

All of her weight was on her knees and the concrete floor felt as though it had grown cold teeth and was biting her skin. She moaned as he pulled the lever even more, making the chain shorter and in turn yanking her arms up even further behind her until she started to feel her body lift just enough to send starbursts of pain through her shoulders, yet she was still low enough for the teeth on the floor to eat at her skin.

He barely spared her a glance as he locked the lever in place and went to the large cabinet. He swung the doors wide and took out a big roll of white paper and some tape. She thought she could hear him humming as he set about taping the paper to the front of one of the cabinet doors. He reached inside pulled out a black marker and started to write.

Corrine could barely read what he wrote through the tears in her eyes. She blinked rapidly, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She tried to keep her chin up to keep her drool from running down her chin, but had to resort to a disgusting slurping every few seconds. Finally, he stepped away and put the marker in his pocket as he walked back through the double doors. He returned quickly and she could see he had removed his suit jacket and had retrieved his glass.

He took a drink, then set it down on the granite countertop that housed the drawers that held the devices of torture he would use on her. He unbuttoned the top button of his crisp white shirt and folded his sleeves. His slow deliberate movements and the way his piercing blue eyes bored into hers made her shake more. He gestured to the paper, "This is where we will keep track of your indiscretions. I want you to take a look at them so you know what you are being punished for."

"Fuck you!" Corrine yelled back, but it sounded nothing as she intended. He made a "tsk tsk" sound and wrote another line at the bottom so now the paper read: 1)Talking out of turn (medication) 2)Did not comply (ball gag) 3)Did not use correct title (Doctor asked for age) 4)Talking out of turn (when aroused during exam) 5)Profanity (BULLSHIT) 6)Profanity (FUCK) 7)Talking out of turn (yelling for help) 8)Did not comply (told to spread legs) 9)Profanity (unintelligible) 10)Talking out of turn (during punishment)

He opened the cabinet and this time pulled out a long, thin, wooden cane. 

"That looks like it hurts." He said as he pointed the cane to her knees. "Do exactly as I say for punishment number 1 and I will remove those binds and allow you to stretch your legs. Your first instruction is to spread your legs wide."

Corrine realized the extent of her current position. She knew he was going to beat her and that she had no choice but to make it as easy on herself as possible. She spread her knees as far as they could go by painfully shifting her weight back and forth from knee to knee. 

"Your second instruction is not to speak unless you are begging." He paused to take another pull from his glass. Corrine silently vowed never to beg. She would not let him break her. "You may only scream, cry or beg." He set the glass down and squatted down in front of her so they were face to face. He removed her gag and gently stroked her cheek. "And I am not leaving here until you are begging."

"We'll see about that." Corrine responded, meeting his determined gaze with her own. He stood and wrote that discretion down on the punishment list as well. Then he was behind her and her heart started to beat double time. With no warning she felt a streak of fire spread across her back. The whooshing noise of the cane and the crack it made on her skin seemed to happen after the fact, like thunder.

Sir smiled as he heard Corrine suck in a surprised gasp at the pain. 'Stunning.' He mused silently as he watched the streak appear on her pale skin. He only admired the mark for a moment before he started raining blows down on her back in a controlled rhythm. 

Corrine started to scream with each blow. She had never felt pain like this before. It was hot and cold at the same time; it was sudden but seemed to reach its climax after a second had passed. He was beating her in a specific rhythm. He knew exactly how long to wait between the strikes so that she would feel maximum pain. Her back felt like an raw, open, pulsing wound. She couldn't keep track of how many times he hit her.

"Ahh!" Corrine let out a short burst of a scream after each strike; the sound was like music to his ears. She would give great shuddering sobs and gasp for breath. He loved watching her squirm to get away, even though her knees would be bleeding from their time on the floor. He stilled his hand just to watch her body tense in anticipation of the next hit. When nothing came her body began to shiver once more and the only sound was her tears. He felt his cock filling with his want to cum. He brought his hand down swiftly, sending one last blow across her back.

"Are you ready to beg? And just a reminder, no talking." He said as he crossed number 1 off the list. "I'm waiting, Corrine."

She said nothing. How could she? She wasn't even sure she could catch her breath. Her undignified tears just kept coming and her whole body was shaking -- but she still would not beg. 

"You know you really embarrassed me today in front of the Doctor." He said and took the brief pause to take another drink. "With that sopping wet pussy of yours today. Just like a whore, to be pouring pussy juice for any man that will spread her scrawny legs." He walked to his post behind her and squatted down to whisper in her ear, "I bet you're soaking wet again. Aren't you?"

She said nothing, her sobbing said it all. He ran the cane up the inside of her thigh and ran it along the tiny slit of her pussy. The sensation was overwhelming for her and immediately the desire to cum from earlier returned with a vengeance. He pulled the cane back and looked at the tip. 

"Hm." He said and stood. She saw his shoes before her but kept her head down. He put the wet tip of the cane under her chin, forcing her head up.

"What do you see here?" He asked and showed her the glistening tip. He waited for her to answer and when she did not, he was sure to write that on the list as well. "My, my. You haven't even been here 24 hours and you're already up to number 12. I believe that is a record." He strode back behind her and this time started mercilessly whipping the soles of her right foot in the same terrifying rhythm as before.

She wriggled her toes as if that would help her get away. She struggled to pull her legs back together, desperate to get away somehow.

"Keep those legs spread." He said and she did. The chain above her shook from the jerky movements and her ragged sobbing. She was crying with her mouth open and was hiccupping with every sob. Finally, he stopped and walked in front of her again. 

"Look at you. All spread out and dripping your pussy juice all over my floor. Look!"

She looked down and could see a puddle directly beneath her pussy making the floor a darker shade of grey. He grabbed her chin roughly and jerked her head up. "You fucking disgust me." He said, his quiet voice seeming to scream in her ears. He held her chin and slapped her hard across the face. He looked at the mixture of her tears and snot from her crying on his hand and made a disgusted sound.

"Is this what you are going to do for all the rest of your punishments?" He grabbed the base of her head by her hair and turned her head so she could see the list. "You have a lot longer to go. Are you just going to continue to excrete all over my goddamn floor like a fucking baby?" He slapped her again and wiped the muck from her face into her hair before standing behind her once again.

"That was 10 strikes on your right foot. I want you to count out loud after every strike on your left. Be sure to say them loudly and clearly or we will have to start again -- and don't skip any numbers." He swung the cane down onto her left foot. "ONE!" She screamed.

"One, what?" He replied.

"ONE, SIR!"

He swung the cane again.

"TWO, SIR!" The pain radiated from her foot, and she could feel it through her whole body. It seemed to settle in her belly.

"No, girl. We are still on one. And we will stay on one until you do it right." The cane came singing down onto the pad of her foot.

"AHH- ONE, S-SIR!" He swung again. Were they still on one? Had she said it right?

"T-T-TWO, SIR!" She called out. He made that 'tsk' sound again. 

"Now, what did I just say? We will remain on one until you have mastered it." He looked at the space beneath her and the puddle had grown. She was a pain slut, too. He loved seeing her frail shoulders shake with sobs and the sound of her sniffling. He sent the cane flying down once again.

"ONE, SIR!" 

'CRACK!' went the cane.

"ONE, SIR!"

'CRACK!'

"ONE, SIIIR!" She cried.

"Now you may proceed." He said and sent another blow down.

"TWO SIR!! UGHH!"

'CRACK!' 

"THREE, SIR!"

The blows came at regular intervals falling relentlessly until finally, she had counted the last strike. But before she could take a stabilizing breath, he hit her foot once more with the cane. She hadn't been expecting it, but quickly shouted,

"ELEVEN, SIR!"

"The next time I gift you with an extra strike you will say, 'and one to grow on. Thank you, Sir.' You will always thank me after any punishment or sexual act. When not sure what to say, always err on the side of caution." 

He dropped the cane to the floor and went to the drawers. He pulled out a pair of shiny pointed scissors and started towards her, then stopped as though he forgot something. She watched, struggling to catch her breath, as he crossed number 2 off the list. She felt her heart break in half. 'Oh my God,' she thought. 'That was only number 2?' When he turned back to face her, she could see the outline of his hard cock through the fine material of his suit pants. She was briefly mesmerized by the sight of it. She had never seen a penis before and wondered what it would look like.

"What are you looking at?" He asked her pointedly.

"You ... Sir."

He smirked and replied, "Oh, you aren't getting away that easily. What part of me were you looking at?"

She cleared her throat. Then cleared it again. "Your ... penis." She cringed at the sound of the word, even more humiliated at her lack of experience. He walked towards her as she knelt there on the concrete floor. He stopped when the bulge in his pants was directly in front of her. He was so tall, that she barely reached the middle of his thighs. She started to tremble anew from the close proximity of his hard dick.

"You want to see it, girl?"

Corrine looked up to his face, then down to the sight directly before her. She knew she had to answer or suffer another punishment. She looked up into his eyes and nodded.

"Out loud." He said. 

"Yes, Sir." Her voice sounded so small.

"Yes, what? What do you want?" He said.

"I w-want to see it, Sir."

He let out a short burst of a laugh and went back to the counter to retrieve his now empty glass.

"Now, I see why no one has ever wanted to fuck you before." He poured some more liquor and put the decanter back into the cabinet.

"I-I-I- w-w-wanna see it, Sir." He said, making his voice high and shrill so as to mock hers. She could feel her cheeks burning red hot. "It's called a cock and I am disgusted that you would think I would show it to you." He knelt down next to her and ran the scissors down her wet cheek. "I want you to remember something. You are nothing until I tell you otherwise. Right now, you are less than nothing and therefore deserve nothing. Especially the sight of my cock." He took another sip of his drink and slipped one blade under the bandage binding her leg. He slowly cut through it, "And I refuse to even entertain the thought of letting you touch my cock." Once her leg was free, the blood rushed back to her toes and she flexed her cramped leg. Her newly freed thigh trembled as he moved to free the other side. He cut through the bandage there then went behind her and quickly untied her arms, letting her collapse onto the cold floor. 

She rubbed her aching arms and held herself, desperate for some comfort. He pulled over the wooden chair so that it was about 10 feet in front of her. He sat down and watched her try to comfort herself. She looked up at him as if becoming suddenly aware of the picture she made naked and crying on the floor. She gathered herself together and slowly sat upright. She wiped her runny nose as best as she could with her hands as he sat casually across from her in the chair.

"Thirsty?" He asked. She nodded. A slow smile spread across his lips. He stood and went back to the sheet of paper and wrote,

13) Did not answer in a proper fashion (when offered a drink)

She wanted to cry out and tell him that she was sorry, but didn't want to earn yet another punishment. He went to the sink and returned with a big pitcher of water. Without warning, he threw the last bit of his alcohol on her, emptying his glass. He filled it back up with the water, gave it to her and only said, "All of it." She took it from him with shaking hands and began to drink it down. She could just barely taste the remnants of his liquor in the lukewarm water. She easily finished the glass and handed it back to him. He filled it back up from the pitcher and stood over her as she drank.

Corrine wasn't thirsty anymore but she took the glass with trembling hands and drank it down. Her stomach wasn't used to being so full, even if it was only water. She gave him back the empty glass and breathed a sigh of relief as he walked back to the chair.

"Come here." Corrine wasn't sure she could put weight on her sore feet and trembling legs. She leaned forward and put her hands on the ground to push herself upright. Her legs started to shake from the effort, but after a moment she was standing. She began to walk over.

"Bring that with you." He said, using the empty glass to point to the cane at her feet. She picked it up and as she wrapped her small fingers around it, she couldn't help but think about hitting him with it. When she was before him, she still had her hand tightly clenched around the skinny stick. He filled the glass with water again and stood to his full height. Seeing his big body shadowing hers, she knew she was trapped and that one skinny stick would do nothing against him. He gave her the glass, set the pitcher down on the chair and pulled the cane from her grasp. She drank the water and watched him over the rim as he began to walk around her. Her stomach was beginning to feel uncomfortable and she realized that she had to pee. How could she tell him that she had to go if she couldn't speak? Panic started to rise. She held the glass out to him and tried to plead silently with her eyes. He shook his head and pointed to the chair, "Put the glass there then I want you to bend over, grab the seat of the chair and spread your legs."

He watched her do as commanded and had to stop himself from stroking his cock through his pants at the sight of her quivering thighs. He pulled back and struck her on the ass with the cane, making her cry out.

"That is for having the nerve to walk upright like a human being. What did I tell you that you were?"

"Nothing, Sir."

He sent the cane down again. "I didn't tell you what you were? Is that what you are saying, girl? Am I a liar now?"

"No Sir!" 

"Then tell me exactly what I said." He hit her little ass again, forming another red stripe on her delicate skin. She jumped at the pain and wondered how he could be so calm while he beat her.

"You told me that I am nothing. Then you said I was less than nothing, Sir."

"So what are you then?" He asked.

"Less than nothing, Sir." He struck her again, the stinging blow sending fresh tears to her eyes.

"Now, get down on your hands and knees and try it again." She immediately dropped to her hands and knees and crawled back to where she had been bound. She was humiliated to be crawling and crying like a baby in front of him. Where had her dignity gone? He picked up the pitcher and glass and sat again.

"Come here." He said just as before. She crawled across the floor to him and stopped just in front of him. She watched with dread as he filled the glass again and placed the pitcher on the floor beside him. "Take it back to the puddle your sopping wet pussy made on my floor. Drink it there and bring it back to me. Surely you must still be thirsty? I mean after all the liquid you've lost on my floor."

"No, Sir. I'm not." She said, hoping that he wouldn't make her drink that. 

"So you are too good for my water?" He asked her.

"No, Sir! No, I'm not. I just meant that I'm not thirsty anymore and I really have to-" He silenced her with a hard slap to the face that nearly sent her sprawling backwards. 

"I did not ask for a fucking story. It was a simple yes, sir/no sir answer. Now take the glass back to your disgusting puddle and drink it there." He thrust the glass to her, spilling a little onto her breasts. "And don't spill it."

She took the glass and realized she would have to hobble across on her knees. She could see her belly sticking out from all the water she had already drank. She was desperate to pee. Luckily, since he had spilled some of the water out, the glass wasn't too full and none sloshed out from her jerky hobbling. She got to the wet mark and began to drink. 

"Sit in it." He said from his chair. Tears fell as she took a seat in the cold wetness. She drank down a gulp, then another, and another before it was gone. She felt her throat contract and she gagged. He watched her with disinterest as he walked over, pitcher in hand and filled the glass again. He stood over her and watched as she struggled through the glass. He filled the glass once more, this time to just within a hairsbreadth away from the top. She was really crying now. Her arms were trembling, making the liquid shake in response.