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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (am)
In the basement, 3 greeted Rachel warmly: “I’m SO happy that you are here, 5.”

Rachel reminded herself that she had to get comfortable just being a number here. It felt strange, almost as if she was no longer herself, but had become a different person, or no person at all.

3 flashed a smile of reassurance. “You’ll settle in well. Whatever happens, just let it happen. Now I need to put these on you. Don’t worry, please!” She gripped Rachel’s arm and started to lock manacles around her wrists.

When 3 began to undress her, Rachel’s heart pounded in nervous anticipation. She was naked, with her arms chained above her head. That made it clear that the “interview” would rather be a no-nonsense interrogation.

Rachel couldn’t help but get excited. This was one of her favourite fantasies: Being questioned harshly, possibly tortured, likely raped. Now she stood here—chained in a basement, unable to escape, even if she wanted to—with the thing about to happen in earnest.

“Alright, 5,” sounded a voice from the direction of the stairs. Sir Whitehaven descended from the main floor. “I have an important question for you, and I need you to think hard about the answer.”

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (an)

Rachel found herself confronted by a simple, yet loaded, question: “Why are you here, girl? What do you really want?”

Rachel looked into Sir Whitehaven’s eyes and remained silent. She was still processing being naked and chained in front of, effectively, a stranger. But the question also surprised her. She had thought that everything was clear. They had a deal, after all.

“Not so easy, eh?” the master smiled,

An even bigger reason for Rachel’s silence was that she did not like where exploring the answer led her. Whatever she said would sound self-centered.

Sir Whitehaven continued, his voice sharp and incisive: “I’ll tell you why: Because you’re a selfish little slut who just wants to get her mind blown and her pussy fucked.”

Rachel’s eyes widened in shock at the unexpected tongue-lashing.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (ao)
Rachel stared at Sir Whitehaven, her lip quivering. If she was honest with herself, his accusation hit close to home. In going on this adventure, she had always thought about fulfilling her dreams, never about others.

“No, I want to learn—” she answered meekly, hoping to placate him by saying what she thought he wanted to hear.

“Bullshit!” Sir Whitehaven snarled, cutting her off. “Don’t lie to me!”

With an icy feeling of dread, mixed with hot, eager anticipation, Rachel felt her body stretch out as he turned the winch handle, hoisting her up until her feet lost contact with the ground and she dangled about an inch above the floor.

Rachel had always wondered what it felt to be involuntarily suspended. The experience was both exhilarating and terrifying. Exhilarating because it made her feel more helpless than ever before in her life, and the experience kindled her arousal like bellows blowing on a fire. Terrifying because she was completely helpless, and Sir Whitehaven now could do with her body whatever he wanted.

Rachel’s heart sank when she saw how he reached for a nasty-looking implement from a generously stocked tool table.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (ap)
5 presented an easy target hanging from her wrists, so I let her feel my flogger. Leisurely walking around her, I struck her first here, then there—all over her body.

“You little slut are just looking for some fun, eh?” The flogger struck her armpit.

“You think I’m here to entertain you.” Another slap landed on her breast.

“What makes you think you’re worth my attention?” This time, the target was her belly, sunken from being stretched out.

“You have NO idea what it means to serve!” A blow to her buttocks followed.

“You’re nothing more than a greedy pussy!” Another slap, this time to the other breast.

I did not strike her too hard. These slaps stung a little but were not brutal; they certainly did not bruise the skin. After all, the beating was not meant as punishment. It rather was to submerge the girl in a deluge of helplessness and humiliation. She needed to feel that I could hit here where I wanted when I wanted—completely in my power.

From my tests on the way back from the park I knew that 5 responded well to embarrassment; being humiliated excited her. This was also reflected in the fantasies she had shared with me.

At first, 5 just grimaced in discomfort, then she grunted when another slap hit her, until she let out whimpers when another blow slapped her naked body.

It was somewhat painful—at least for her—but necessary. To start molding her into a useful slave girl, I first had to shatter her armour of self-centeredness. So, I feigned cold contempt. The flogging provided the physical stimulus, while my words cleansed her mind, to be filled with the desire to become useful through serving her master.

5 had a lot of potential. If I was not mistaken, she would not break under the abuse but would rather embrace the harsh lesson.

* * *

Writhing under the flogger and the verbal abuse, Rachel almost called it quits. But only almost. She loathed what was happening to her, but at the same time, Sir Whitehaven was not wrong. In a way, she deserved this. She had been selfish when she had reached out to him, seeing this as a means to fulfill her secret wishes.

Now she realized that being a slave involved more than just that perspective, it was actually a bond between two people, and she had never thought about the other side. So, she gritted her teeth and endured the torment.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (aq)
“Selfish… Lying… Slut!” I snapped, punctuating each word with a slap of the flogger.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Sir!” squealed 5. “Please—"

Staring at her anguished face, I sneered: “If you’re hoping for some slave girl cosplay, you’re nothing but a pretty punching bag to me. I’ll use your body and, at the end of the week, throw you away like an empty beer can. Is that what you want?”

“No! Please, Sir! I really want to learn—to submit!”

“Ok. Then tell me again: What are you? What do you want?”

* * *

Rachel hastened to respond: “I’m a selfish little slut, Sir. But—but I want to be… like her—” Her eyes fluttered toward 3 who knelt on the floor not far away, smiling contently, and begged: “Please give me a chance.”

To her surprise, Rachel found that she meant what she said. She did not want to be selfish, she wanted to serve, to be more than a plaything. She fervently hoped that Sir Whitehaven would accept her.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (ar)
Rachel was intensely grateful when Sir Whitehaven abruptly stopped flogging her. Panting heavily, she hung motionless from her wrists. The waves of pain washing over her tortured skin receded slowly.

Then she felt the flogger again, this time sliding into her vagina, rubbing across her clitoris. Still excited from the intense experience of being flogged, it did not take Rachel’s body long to react. The fire of arousal began to build up in her belly.

Moaning and squirming while hanging naked in the air submerged Rachel in new waves of intense humiliation. She didn’t hate what was happening. On the contrary: She loved it but also was annoyed with herself for loving it so much.

While continuing to stroke Rachel’s vagina, Sir Whitehaven proposed, in a sympathetic voice: “You like that, eh? Alright, 5. If that is true and you really intend to submit to me, you’ll need to prove it. Show me that you are really committed.”

“How?” Rachel asked weakly.

He stared at her for a few seconds, then said drily: “That’s ‘How, Sir.’ I won’t say it again.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. Er, how, Sir? Please! I really want to—No, I don’t ‘want’—I owe you some proof that I really mean it… Sir.”

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (as)
I let 5 off the chain. She smiled briefly and gratefully rubbed her wrists.

“So, you want to prove that you’re committed, eh? Fine. Here is what you do now: Stand on one foot and grab your other foot with one hand—behind you, not below. You’re doing yoga, right? There it’s called the ‘Dancer’ pose.”

5 did as she was told and blinked at me with a slightly annoyed look on her face. She had probably hoped for some rest after the ordeal of hanging from her wrists. Too bad, she had more important things to do now.

Smiling, I patted her chin with the flogger, forcing her to raise her head a bit: “Looking good, kid. How long can you hold that position?”

* * *

Rachel’s excitement from both the pain and the pleasure of being tortured while hanging from her wrists had been exhilarating. Now she was slowly coming off this adrenaline high.

The way Rachel was standing now was, in a way, worse than being shackled. Here she had to keep her body stretched on her own. She had done yoga many times, but never naked. And the dancer's pose was both strenuous and fully exposed all parts of her body.

But at the same time, she wanted to prove herself. She saw Sir Whitehaven’s gaze roaming her body and knew instinctively that she looked enticing. Maybe this was what being a submissive was about. Showing herself off, using her charms to please her master?

“As long… as you want me to… Sir,” gasped Rachel, guessing that that was the answer a master wanted to hear.

Sir Whitehaven snorted: “Don’t give me a cute bullshit answer, 5. A slave needs to know what she can and cannot do. I need a number—minutes!”

Rachel gnawed on her lip for a few seconds, swaying slightly to keep her balance.

“I—I’m not sure,” stammered Rachel. She wanted to show how committed she was, but she did not really know how much strength she had left. So, she took a wild guess: “Maybe t—ten minutes… Sir?”

“OK, if you say so? I’ll take you by your word,” Sir Whitehaven smiled cruelly, and immediately Rachel’s heart sank. “But if you break your promise, I’ll whip you worse than before—much worse!”

Sir Whitehaven kept watching her straining, swaying and shivering in the forced position. Rachel felt trapped, and afraid, but also excited to be in this predicament. This was a bit like rock climbing: Strenuous, dangerous but also thrilling unlike anything else.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (at)
Rachel swayed on her feet, ready to drop to the ground. She was mostly angry with herself because she had overestimated her strength. Standing still in the “dancer” pose for ten minutes was much too long. She would never make it!

But she remembered what Sir Whitehaven had said. If she dropped out of the pose before the time was up, she would be beaten, and Rachel had no illusions about that: Sie Whitehaven would beat her, thoroughly and with gusto.

Rachel gritted her teeth, counting the seconds. Ok, lesson learnt. Say what you do and do what you say. I need to be real careful with that.

What made matters worse was that Sir Whitehaven, while waiting for the ten minutes to pass, was amusing himself with 3 on the table. Rachel could hear the redhead’s moans of pleasure.

Despite being instructed to keep her eyes on the ground, Rachel quickly glanced over to the love-making couple. In a quick flash of jealousy, she wished to be taken like this, to be as happy and carefree as 3 was at this moment.

Then, Rachel’s grip on her foot slipped. Too weak to remain standing, her knee buckled, and she crumbled to the floor like a broken marionette.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (au)
Rachel lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily. Sir Whitehaven’s boot pressed down on her diaphragm, not painfully so, but hard enough to keep her pinned down.

“Silly girl,” Sir Whitehaven said lightly, with some amusement in his voice. “Did you really think you could hold that for ten minutes? I never thought you’d make it, but I wanted to see you struggle.”

Rachel felt despondent because she had failed and was angry at herself that she had overcommitted herself. Involuntarily she started to sob, afraid of what Sir Whitehaven would now do to her: “I—I’m sorry, Sir! I really tried!”

“Yes, you did. Doesn’t really matter, does it? You promised me something, and you failed.”

Sir Whitehaven spoke calmly, yet what he said fanned Rachel’s anger at herself and her own weakness like a wildfire in a storm. Se had not really thought about the consequences of what she had promised. It was her fault! Being a slave was harder than she had thought. Yet at the same time, the clarity of actions and consequences appealed to her, even in failure.

“I am sorry, Sir! I should have known,” Rachel said with a sigh. Her self-loathing made her add darkly: “I’m sure you’ll punish me now. I’ve earned it! I’ll know better in the future.”

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (av)
I watched Five shiver in fear while she was chained to the cross, savouring the view and the anticipation of the coming punishment like the smell of a fragrant glass of wine before tasting the first sip. Involuntarily, the girl let out a small whimper as Three pulled her leg sideways toward the lower beam. Soon she would hang on the cross, completely helpless.

“Tell me why you are being punished, Five.”

“B—because I broke my promise, Sir.”

I chuckled: “Partly, but that’s not the real reason. Mainly, because you asked for it. You know, I might even have given you a second chance after that yoga stunt.” I glanced down toward Three and asked: “What would you have done in her place, kitten?”

Three answered, with a short laugh: “I’d have kept my mouth shut and waited for you to tell me what you had in mind, Sir.”

Turning back to Five I added: “See? And what did you babble, silly girl? ‘I’m sure you’ll punish me,’” Adding a soupçon of anger to my voice I continued: “How DARE you tell me what I should do, slave!?”

Five whimpered anew, shaking visibly, now fully spread out and fixed to the cross.

A few seconds of silence trickled by, heavy with fearful anticipation. I gave her the chance to make the mistake of speaking up again, but wisely she remained silent.

I hefted the tawse and tested the movement of the supple leather straps: “Twenty strokes. One for each minute, and ten more for your insolence. You will call out each stroke, one by one, loud and clear. Any you miss will be repeated. Do you understand?”

With a voice like a frightened mouse, Five responded: “Y—yes, Sir. Call out each stroke.”

Somewhat grimly I added: “Apart from that, feel free to scream if it makes you feel better. I don’t mind. Actually, I like screaming. Turns me on.”

I waited for Three to step back from the cross before I began.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (aw)
While I kept punishing Five, her screams didn’t disappoint. She was quite sensitive to pain, more so than Three, who only groaned when I had to whip her. I made sure that I did not hit Five too hard as I did not want to damage her skin. Still, for maximum effect, I spaced out the thwaps so that each could be savoured on its own.

At the sixteenth stroke—later than I expected—Five became incoherent and started to tearfully beg for mercy instead of continuing to count, so I gave her a few minutes to collect herself before continuing.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (ax)
After the punishment session, I carried Five to a nearby table.

“You did pretty well, kid,” I said soothingly to the crying girl. “I hope you learnt your lesson. We won’t need to repeat that, right?”

Five shook her head and said with a tiny, sobbing voice: “No, Sir.” She didn’t say anything else. She had definitely learnt something.

* * *

Somewhat to her own surprise, during the punishment, Rachel never seriously considered giving up. Yes, it had hurt worse than anything else she could remember, but the helplessness of being pinned to the cross, and the adrenaline rush from the pain flashing through her body, added a flavour of excitement to the ordeal.

Rachel had held out as long as she could before begging for mercy, and when she did it was out of desperate weakness. She knew that it would be in vain.

She knew she had earned what was happening. When Sir Whitehaven laid her down on a table, she forced herself to forget about what she wanted and to accept and embrace what the master wanted from her. So, in the absence of any orders, she just lay there and let things happen.

He rubbed something on the skin where it hurt from the beating. It felt good: Cool and dissipating the pain.

* * *

I applied a special soothing ointment to Five’s welts. I keep a bottle handy in the dungeon for occasions like this. At first, the girl flinched, then calmed down when the pain subsided.

While I let my fingers slide between her legs, probingly. As I had hoped, the punishment had not only hurt but also aroused her.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (ay)
Five had held up on the cross as well as she could and seemed appreciative of the lesson, so I decided that the girl deserved a break.

I sent Three upstairs to fix something for dinner. Meanwhile, I gave some attention to Five’s private parts: I switched between rubbing and pinching her vagina and breast until she was squirming on the table, moaning with half-closed eyes and unconcealed pleasure.

I always liked playing with a girl this way, making her hover on the brink of a climax but never reaching it. The trick is to switch between stimulation and pain as needed: It’s a bit like driving a car on a racetrack; switching between accelerator and brakes as needed.

This was another kind of torture: Not to punish, but with pleasure. Being naked with her hands chained behind her back, there was nothing Five could do against my touches, and she did not even try. She rather spread her legs eagerly to give me better access.

I considered this a win-win: I had fun playing with her body while she very obviously had fun enjoying the experience.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (az)
Three brought the dinner she had prepared down to the slave quarters. As long as my girls behave, they deserve to eat heartily. Three loves burgers so she whipped up some bacon cheeseburgers in the kitchen.

I like feeding my girls with my own hand. I feel that it creates a special bond of tenderness. The hand that can punish a slave also feeds them.

* * *

Rachel’s hands remained chained, so she could not feed herself. It was a different kind of helplessness. Erotic in a different, non-sexual way. Rachel depended on Sir Whitehaven to eat, and she did not mind that at all. She watched how Three, while grasping her wrist behind her back, chomped merrily (and somewhat messily) on a burger. Rachel knew that soon it would be her turn. She was just glad that she wasn’t a vegetarian.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (ba)
Of course, I wouldn’t like to leave the slave quarters dirty, so the girls had to pick up what they dropped. Three knew what was expected of her and clasped her hands behind her back. Five was still learning, so I left her chained for the time being.

For my part, I enjoyed the sight of two naked girls squirming on the ground.

* * *

When ordered to lick the food remnants from the floor, Rachel first was repulsed, but only briefly. Almost immediately, the humiliation fanned the flames in her belly. Naked, shackled, being ordered to grovel on the floor, licking up dirty food. If her hands hadn't been shackled behind her, she could not have stopped herself from touching her crotch.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (bb)
Five did an excellent job licking up food from the dirty floor, so she deserved a reward. Also, the girl looked delightful while squirming on the floor, and I had to bow off some steam.

So, I grabbed her and lifted her up on the table, taking her from behind.

* * *

The humiliating act of eating from the floor while shackled had left Rachel as aroused as she could be without touching herself. Thus, when Sir Whitehaven entered her, his member found a well-lubricated, receptive envelope. The pain in her shoulders from her arms being pushed upwards added to the feeling of helpless surrender.

Rachel moaned in delight, fuelled by humiliation and just enough pain to sweep her away in a glorious wave of submission. As Sir Whitehaven shoved himself into her, in and out, again and again, Rachel whimpered and cried, fast approaching a climax.

When the wave broke, Rachel let go and cried out without holding anything back. When she felt how he ejaculated deep inside her, she felt satisfied and happy. This was her purpose now, and she would do what she could to make her master happy.

When Sir Whitehaven was done and pulled out, Rachel almost begged him to continue. But she knew instinctively that it was not her place to do so. So she kept quiet and waited, letting the waves of arousal recede slowly.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (bc)
It was time to get the girls ready for the night. They would both sleep in one of the cages in the slave quarters. I thought that it would be helpful for Five to be able to chat with Three during her first night.

In preparation for the night, I shackled Three. “I’ll better lock your hands, kitten. Otherwise, you’re going to play with Five all night in the cage.” I chuckled, squeezing her breast.

Instead of answering, the girl rubbed herself against me and turned around, trying to steal a kiss.

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (bd)
When they were alone in the cage, it didn’t take long for Three to slide close to Rachel. Rachel felt skin rubbing against skin, the warmth of the other girl’s body against her own, Three’s breath wafting over her face. It was intimate and erotic but in a quiet, relaxed way. Rachel tried to relax as much as her rather uncomfortable position — lying on a hard, wooden floor with her hands chained behind her — allowed her to do. Her backside still hurt somewhat from the punishment, but it was tolerable.

“I’m glad that you are here,” whispered Three. “I feel bad about the beating, but you will see: It won’t hurt for long. Master is careful not to leave lasting damage.”

Rachel thought for a moment. How did she feel? Was this what she expected? What she wanted? In many ways, it was. In retrospect, even the punishment was stimulating. When she thought back to how she had hung on the cross, naked, completely helpless, crying in pain, she started to feel warm in her belly.

Rachel knew that she still had to learn a lot. Her fantasies had always been about herself, never about others. Here, her role was quite different, both in relation to Sir Whitehaven and to Three.

Rachel smiled, leaned forward, and planted a light kiss on Three’s lips. She whispered back: “Thanks! I’m glad that you are here, too.”

 

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[Whitehaven] Rachel's Adventure 1 (be)
Noticing that Three was awake, too, Rachel thought about what she would like to happen if their roles were reversed. Since they were both awake, they might as well spend the time giving each other pleasure. So, Rachel went up on her knees and started to caress Three’s breast with her tongue. In response, the redhead smiled and purred like a cat.

 

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