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			Chapter Three of 'Eve'

chapter three



When she woke again, Eve found herself alone. This saddened her, 
as she had hoped to wake to the sight of beautiful Mathilde lying nude 
next to her, awaiting her kisses. She sat up in the bed, letting the 
covers fall from her to reveal her breasts, which had nipples that were 
rapidly becoming erect again at the thought of Mathilde. Even as she 
did this, she heard a key turn in the lock of the door to the room. 
Alarmed, she pulled the bedclothes up to her neck to hide her naked 
bosom from whoever was about to enter. To her horror, it was the 
doorman who had been responsible for her previous shame. He 
smiled slowly as if amused by some secret knowledge he 
possessed, and entered the room, leaving the door ajar behind him. 
Eve shrank back against the wall, and the doorman approached her, 
holding something behind his back.

"Stand up !" he ordered in a harsh tone. Eve could only shake her 
head, she was so afraid. "Stand up !" he shouted this time, and took 
another step towards her, bringing his hidden hand around from 
behind his back as he did so, revealing that he was holding a long, 
thin black whip. Eve gasped in terror and this made him smile. He 
took the bedclothes in one strong hand and ripped them from Eve's 
grasp, stripping her bare in one quick action. "No..." whimpered the 
frightened girl, as if she could prevail upon him to halt his progress 
on a course which he would obviously never stop. He took both her 
wrists in one hand and jerked her up into a kneeling position on the 
bed. Eve stopped whimpering. "I haven't started yet," smiled the 
doorman to her dismay. He pulled on her wrists again and she 
stumbled to the floor and was led protesting through the door.

Eve found herself being dragged down passages which disoriented 
her further, until they came to another small room. The doorman thrust 
her inside, pushing her so hard she fell to the floor, while he closed 
the door and locked it after him. She was alone. The walls of the room 
were covered in black velvet, and the door was painted a hard, glossy 
black too. Several mirrors adorned the walls, and between them were 
several iron rings of the same type that she had been tied to in the 
hallway. Eve shivered in her nakedness and fear. As she drew her 
knees up to her body, she heard the door being unlocked. A tall, well-
dressed man strode into the room carrying a small leather bag in one 
hand, and the leather whip which the doorman had previously carried. 
When she saw his face, her heart sank, for it was as hard as flint, 
betraying not a trace of emotion. 

Without saying a word, her took her wrists and pulled her up into a 
standing position, forcing her to face him. She was acutely conscious 
of her erect nipples which appeared to point at him. He ignored her 
nudity, however, and withdrew some shackles from the leather bag. 
"No..." she protested, but he proceeded to fasten a metal band about 
each of her wrists. He produced a larger iron band, and Eve wondered 
in her terror what it was meant to encircle. He opened its hinges and 
as he reached towards her neck, she understood its function. She 
began crying as he clicked the padlock's hasp shut and then sank to 
her knees on the cold stone floor, totally demoralized. This facilitated 
the man's next action, which was to place iron bands around each of 
her slim ankles. When everything was in place, the man made her 
stand up and pulled her lovely naked body towards the wall where the 
iron rings were fixed. He attached her wrists to the wall, placing them 
in such a manner that they made a V-shape like the first time, and 
fastened her ankle restraints to the same ring so that her legs were 
together. Finally he chained the iron band around her quivering neck 
to another ring on the wall, allowing her head only a small amount of 
movement back and forth, although she could still twist it around 
inside the band itself. Eve stopped crying when she realized that her 
legs were not going to be spread apart and her sex exposed. She 
could see herself reflected in the many mirrors around the room, a 
naked and defenceless female chained to the wall.

The man stepped away from her, precipitating Eve's fearful 
whimpering again. She faced the wall, not wanting to witness her own 
shame in the mirrors. Eve was completely unaware of how beautiful 
she looked in her chains. Suddenly she heard a hiss and felt 
something sharp hit her exposed backside with great force and a loud 
crack. She shrieked and twisted her head to the side, where she saw 
in the mirrors that the man had wielded the black whip on her pretty 
buttocks, upon which a red welt was already forming, and he was 
raising his arm for another strike. "No !" she screamed but was cut 
short by the pain of the second stroke. Eve began sobbing with 
renewed vigour and tears streamed down her cheeks and trickled 
down her body between her heaving breasts and over her belly until 
they came to rest in the dark triangle of her pubic hair, where they 
were mixed in with the juices which flowed from her sex itself, in spite 
of how tightly she pressed her legs together. The whip hissed through 
the air again and struck a third blow on the cheeks of her appealing 
buttocks, which were stinging furiously with pain and shame. Eve 
started wriggling in her bonds in an attempt to avoid the next stroke of 
the whip, and it fell on the backs of her smooth white thighs instead of 
upon her buttocks, hurting her just as much. The next few strokes fell 
on her back just above her posterior and she screamed in pain with 
each one. She clenched the muscles in her buttocks tightly, hoping 
that this would reduce the pain, but this attempt was in vain, for the 
whip stung her naked flesh just as severely.

She caught another glimpse of herself in a mirror, to her distress, for 
she could see the red marks made by the whip on her body. At the 
same time as she was crying, she could feel her nipples brush the 
wall as she struggled, sending a thrill through her breasts which 
heaved with each sob. Her deep humiliation triggered a greater 
sexual arousal within her, and again Eve could feel her sex become 
even more moist with excitement. She screamed as each new blow 
raised another red welt on her body and sobbed almost unceasingly 
in the intervals between strokes, pausing only to beg the man to stop 
hurting her in this way. These appeals fell on deaf ears, for the man 
merely smiled when he heard her impassioned entreaties, 
addressing his task with renewed vigour and relish. Eve was totally 
despairing and exhausted by the agony and shame, and with her legs 
giving way, she sank down a short distance until she hung by her 
arms in her chains.

Suddenly the strokes of the whip stopped and Eve caught her breath 
in mid-sob, surprised. She turned her head to see the man 
approaching her and felt her heart sink lower at the prospect of being 
intimately molested by her tormentor. He bent down to examine the 
welts he had inflicted on her back, buttocks and thighs, smiling with 
satisfaction at their precise placement and sniffing appreciatively at 
the aroma emanating from her sex which betrayed Eve's arousal. 
Placing the whip on the floor at her feet, he proceeded to unlock the 
chains that attached Eve's ankle irons to the rings mounted in the 
stone walls. Hope sang for a moment in Eve's heart when she thought 
he meant to release her, but this was not the case. Grabbing each of 
Eve's ankles, he pulled one leg outwards and then the other, 
spreading them wide and fully exposing her dripping sex to his gaze. 
Eve felt as if he were examining each globule of moisture trapped in 
the fleece around her sex and every glistening aspect of its lips, 
which were red and swollen with her excitement. She expected to feel 
his fingers, phallus or tongue in her sex at any moment, so she was 
dismayed to feel nothing. At least if he did something like that, she 
could be assured that the whipping would stop.

To her horror and fear, the man began attaching her ankle irons to 
other rings in the wall so that she was chained with her legs spread 
wide open ! Eve began struggling futilely again, hoping this nightmare 
would end. She could see the man as he picked up his whip and take 
a few steps back to where he was standing before. Instead of 
swinging the whip for another stroke on Eve's body, he coiled the 
whip and put it into his black bag. He withdrew something much 
shorter, a riding crop, and stood up. Eve couldn't help but watch as he 
approached with the short whip in his hand hanging down by his side. 
Eve  waited for him to raise his arm to swing the crop and so missed 
his movement as he swung it rapidly up towards her buttocks. 

It struck her a violent blow in the crack between her reddened 
buttocks, narrowly missing her rear opening. She screamed in fright 
and pain, realizing that he had parted her legs for his own reasons. 
He swung the crop upwards again and this time the small folded strip 
of leather at the end of the riding crop struck her puckered hole with 
accuracy, sending a sharp shock through her entire body and making 
her cry out in agony again. As the hurt subsided, she felt it replaced 
by a sensual awareness of her rear opening she had never felt 
before, and the feeling troubled her greatly. This was soon displaced 
by the pain of a second blow in the same spot, and a third blow and a 
fourth blow and a fifth blow until she lost count and began to think that 
pain was her natural mode of existence. Some blows fell between her 
buttocks but missed her rear opening, while others missed even the 
cleft and fell just slightly less painfully on the buttocks themselves, 
adding to the welts that were already there.

Again the man stopped his rain of blows suddenly. Eve continued 
crying, for the pain had not yet abated, much less the emotional hurt 
and shame. He swung the riding crop again, and this time it struck the 
open lips of her sex brutally. She made a shriek of intense pain that 
was louder than any she had uttered before. Her soft, moist nether 
lips were under attack by a riding crop and the pain and shock nearly 
made her pass out on the first blow. The man continued savagely 
belabouring her pudenda, interspersing these attacks with blows to 
her buttocks and rear opening. The nerve endings in the lips of her 
sex fired intense pain signals to her brain each time they were struck, 
but Eve was chained and naked, completely powerless to do anything 
to reduce that pain. Some of the blows even reached under her body 
and up to the hood that covered her clitoris, and she felt their cruel 
sting in this the most sensitive part of her anatomy. The entire region 
from her still-erect clitoris to her derriere were burning with the pain 
and physical abuse from the riding crop. She writhed in her bonds to 
no avail, and tears continued to flow from her eyes and trickle down 
the front of her body into the sorely-abused area between her legs.

The man stopped his rain of strokes for the third time but Eve 
continued crying, sure that her was only stopping in order to change 
the details of his attack. Unfortunately for her, she was right, for he 
undid the chains attached to her neck-band and her wrist- and ankle-
irons and turned her around to face him. Pushing her back to the wall, 
he re-fastened her bonds so her limbs were again spread out in an 
the shape of an X. Her upraised arms had the effect of lifting her full, 
round breasts upwards so that their erect nipples pointed straight out 
like little beacons on hills, attracting his eyes. She turned her head to 
the side so that she could avoid his gaze, but he reached out and 
cruelly twisted her head towards him. He paused for a moment to 
admire her body from the front, and then stepped back and made the 
crop hiss up to her open sex, striking her nether lips yet another cruel 
blow. Again and again he struck, sometimes hitting the black triangle 
of hair above her sex, but mostly the lips of her sex itself. He paused 
once more. 

She saw his eyes fasten on her heaving breasts and screamed, "No 
!" in terror. He aimed his next blow at her left breast, striking the 
pouting, fleshy globe near the hardened nipple and eliciting yet 
another scream from Eve. The next ferocious blow struck the nipple 
itself, sending an intense jolt of pain throughout the sobbing girl's 
body. He began to alternate his blows between her left breast and her 
right so that each would receive an equal amount of punishment.  A 
couple of times he struck her belly with the crop, but he seemed to 
prefer inflicting pain on her full breasts. Before long, her swinging 
bosoms were covered in red marks caused by the beating. Try as she 
might, she could not avoid the harsh blows of the riding crop upon her 
naked body which was covered in a sheen of perspiration, making it 
appear even more sleek. The struggles of this beautiful, naked and 
helpless woman covered in sweat and tears and the red marks which 
he had inflicted upon her flesh, only served to intoxicate the man 
more and he belaboured her breasts with renewed vigour. She 
screamed with each blow to her soft, bouncing breasts and begged 
him to stop beating her, promising that she would do anything for him 
if he did, going so far as to offer him complete access to the 
pleasures of her body. Of course, the man only laughed at this, 
knowing that in any case, when he was finished with her, she would 
obey his every command without question as his willing slave and 
that her body would be his property to do with as he wished. 

When the man decided he had assaulted her breasts sufficiently, he 
stilled his whip hand and began to unlock Eve's chains. Her soft, 
tortured body was wracked by sobs of pain and humiliation while 
moisture continued to flow from her eyes and from her sex. The man 
left her the iron bands still locked in place around Eve's wrists, 
ankles and neck, although they were no longer attached to the rings in 
the wall. He drew her naked, throbbing body to him and kissed her on 
the lips. She responded fervently, worshipping with her mouth the 
man who had tormented her, who now offered her a sign of 
tenderness. Of a sudden, the man broke off the kiss, stepped back a 
pace and slapped her cheek viciously. She cried out in hurt and 
disbelief at his actions, but he only smiled in satisfaction. "Kneel 
down !" he commanded curtly. Shocked at his first words to her 
throughout her ordeal, she could only stand there in confusion and 
surprise. When the girl did not respond to his command, he raised his 
other hand, which still held the riding crop, and struck her a blow on 
her smooth white thigh. "On your knees, bitch !" he growled 
threateningly. She obeyed tearfully, almost falling as she knelt before 
him on the cold, hard flags, her head bowed in resignation. When she 
raised her head briefly, she saw her naked shame in the mirror 
directly in front of her, the sight prompting her to quickly lower her 
head once more. Her tormentor lifted her head and slapped her face 
again to emphasise his next order. "Spread your knees, slut !" he 
shouted. She moved them a couple of inches apart. Instead of 
verbally correcting her error, he simply hit her again, but harder. She 
realized her mistake and spread her knees about a foot apart, 
partially opening the lips of her sex as a result. The man stood back 
and observed his handiwork, the rendering of this woman into an 
abject, sobbing creature, down on her knees in front of him, who 
would obey his every whim. He walked once around her, surveying 
her sweet derriere, her soft, full breasts that moved with each breath 
and the flat belly that plunged down to her sex, no longer hidden 
between her beautiful thighs.

"Caress yourself !" he barked. A deep flush suffused those parts of 
Eve's body that had not already been reddened by the touch of the 
whip or riding crop. Unfortunately, she was once more slow in 
responding to this command and found herself being belaboured 
about her breasts with the riding crop. When at last this punishment 
ceased, she reached down to her sex, parted the lips and tentative, 
began slowly rubbing her clitoris, using the moisture which dripped 
from the interior as a lubricant. She stopped, unable to bear the 
shame of caressing herself in front of a man. Of course, she was 
beaten for a entire minute about the upper body in return for her 
intransigence. "Now, try again !" he ordered through gritted teeth, his 
face white with anger. Eve spread her lips again and recommenced, 
crying as she did, so deep was her shame. She was so aroused that 
her tears stopped rapidly and her breathing increased with every 
stroke of her fingers. Her sex dripped moisture onto the floor from her 
arousal and her other hand crept up to caress her breasts, kneading 
them and toying with their erect nipples. She caught sight of herself in 
the mirror again and saw how she was making love to her own body 
as the man watched arrogantly, superciliously. What she was doing 
to herself, coupled with the pain and shame of everything that had 
gone before, drove her, panting and whimpering, over the edge before 
she knew what was happening. Crying out in ecstasy, she threw her 
head back as a stupendous orgasm shook her naked body and liquid 
oozed from her open sex. Exhausted and weakened, her guilty 
hands fell from her nether lips and stiff nipples, and her she sank 
back on her heels, too tired and too afraid to close her legs to the 
caress of the cool air and the piercing gaze of the man. 

He did not move, pleased that her lesson had finally been learnt. She, 
having being almost completely broken in spirit, was horrified to 
discover her exquisite pleasure at having been totally abused, 
degraded and shamed by this man. Kneeling there before him with 
her legs spread, the lips of her still-dripping sex wide apart, her body 
still hurting furiously from her beating and with iron bands and chains 
still imprisoning her wrists, ankles and neck, she realized she was 
totally in this man's power, mentally and physically. What she did not 
yet comprehend was that she would now be the slave of any man who 
stood before her, not just this one who had tamed her. Except for a 
brief kiss which had just been the cruel prelude to more pain and a 
different kind of humiliation, he had only used the whip and riding 
crop to touch her most feminine parts, her sex, her breasts and the 
undulating curves of her buttocks. Nonetheless, she knew she had 
surrendered up her will to his and that her bare, stinging flesh was his 
to command.

The man reached down, placing his hands under her elbows and lifted 
the trembling girl to her feet. Her head remained bowed and her gaze 
fell down her naked body to the flags of the cold stone floor. He took 
the chains attached to the iron bands around her wrists and led her 
from the room. Completely docile, she followed without crying or 
offering resistance. Back they went, through the many passageways 
until at last they reached the room where she had been confined 
previously. The bed on which she had slept and made love to 
Mathilde was different. It was fitted with new bedclothes, but most 
significantly, iron rings had been welded to each corner of the head 
and foot of the bed. The man pushed her roughly to the bed and she 
acquiesced immediately. Stretching her limbs once more into the 
shape of an X, he fastened her wrists and ankles to the iron rings. He 
paused to examine her helpless beauty one last time, her large, soft 
breasts, her smoothly curving thighs and the dark patch of hair 
between them, then threw the covers over her naked body, now 
chilled from her long, unclothed walk along the cool passages that led 
to this room. As soon as he closed the door, the chained girl began 
crying quietly to herself. Since her hands were chained, she could not 
wipe the tears from her eyes and they ran down her cheeks onto the 
sheets. Her legs were spread by the bonds that attached her ankles to 
the foot of the bed, preventing her from closing her thighs to protect 
her sex. She would be absolutely defenceless all night. If a man 
wandered in and wished to take her, he need only tear the bedclothes 
from her naked body and enter her, for she would be unable to offer 
even the slightest resistance to his desires. This aroused her and 
she felt herself becoming moist at the thought before her exhaustion 
from her ordeal drew her down into sleep.